Literature
The Witch
“How did this happen?” Carolynn asked, although she already knew the answer. The burns were red, seeping wounds that covered the man’s arm like a sleeve. Her patient tried not to wince as she treated them with a skill that came from years of practice.
“The dragon,” the man replied. “I went out to feed my animals, and it came out of nowhere.”
Carolynn reached for some clean bandages. “You’re lucky that it didn’t bite you. Most people don’t survive their venom.”
The farmer looked at his arm, then at her. “You know, I’ve heard people in town talking about you.