Amy turned around and let out a little squeak of surprise. Instead of a fairy or a little girl she saw a small dragon standing there. The dragon itself was small, only about her size, with dark lovely ruby red scales over most of her body,s ave her belly which was more gold-tan. Her finned ears twitched as flared nostrils sniffed and her eye ridges rose. The crown of her horns were still small as she plodded forwards on four paws, thick talons gripping the earth.
"Mara?" Mary whispered.
The little dragon churred and nuzzled against her. John smiled as he watched her. "Looks like she decided to become something else for us, no for you sis. Guess she's your dragon now..."