For that headache – take three Advil.
Drink red wine
Sit where a breeze can kiss your face.
The tall grass that surrounds the castle’s north wall is bending beneath the same breeze touching your face. It’s cold, but air carries such wonderful aromas: tree sap, wildflowers, a camp fire, roasted duck.
All is silent. Silent…
…and then you hear it. Faint. From somewhere deep in the wood beyond the tall grass. A dragon. My God, it’s a dragon!!