Frantically, we run, we are close, we are nearing the farm house, it’s within view, hole and suddenly the Artists spot the monster above. It hasn’t spotted us yet. It’s only looking for one, not a group, I’m safe for now. The Artists, however, aren’t so sure, they panic, and run faster to the barn, one trips, spills her paints, she cries, “Help me, I hurt my leg, I can’t get up.” I run to her, Oberon, circles nervously, the panic of the women is upsetting to him, he senses the emotions running wild. He barks loudly. “Quiet, please, please, Obie!”
We finally make it into the barn, just as the rain begins. Easing the hurt woman onto a pile of hay, she moans. I examine what she’s done to herself. In her hurry to run, she’s tripped in a hole and it only looks like a bad sprain. But it’s swelling fast and she cannot put her weight on it.
Fortunately there’s a water pump in the barn, I try it to get some cloths wet. The spring water is icy cold, that should help with the swelling. The other women search through their belongings to find rags that don’t have paint on them, to contribute to the care of their companion. I look in the “Magical Book of Transformation” to see if there is anything else we can do. I’m learning a lot, learning to research, learning I may not know about illnesses or sprained ankles, but this book has some helpful advice. I know now, that with practice and research, almost anything can be conquered and overcome, if you know where to go for answers.
We apply the icy rags to her ankle and apply compression with the larger clothes. She needs to rest, and fortunately it has become evening. We are in for the night. And once more I have avoided that dragon. The women however begin to discuss this event, “What was that? Are you aware that when it approaches that you change? You seem to vibrate. You seem to radiate an aura around you?”
Photo: Barn Before the Flight, Louisville, Colorado. Photography by Candace Stauber,2015
The Platinum Dragon 