Fairy and dragon fight.

Previously

…As Sammy flew back towards her beloved meadow, the scent of dew and damp earth filling her senses, she felt a surge of pure, unadulterated victory. She had done it. She had driven away the dragon. Her meadow was safe. She was a hero. A slightly sticky, but undeniably victorious, hero. And as she landed amidst the primroses, she couldn’t help but admit, just to herself, that the chase, the strategy, the sheer audacity of it all, had been… rather thrilling. She might even miss Bartholomew, just a tiny bit. But not enough to let him nap there again. Never again.