Fairy and dragon fight.

Previously

…She looked at the remaining Elderberries, plump and inviting. A small, secret thrill ran through her. She hadn’t just driven Bartholomew away; she’d outsmarted him. She’d played him like a fiddle, and he’d danced to her tune. Sammy picked a perfectly ripe Elderberry and popped it into her mouth. The sweet, tangy burst exploded on her tongue. Yes, she admitted to herself, with a tiny, victorious smirk, it had been rather fun. And perhaps, just perhaps, she was already looking forward to the next time Bartholomew might need… a little persuasion. But for now, her meadow was safe. And that, after all, was all that mattered.