When he is asleep, Elinor Anna’s daddy is a dragon.
And that makes Elinor Anna a dragon hunter.
When he sleeps she creeps into his fluffy den of blankets and pillows and cat fur. Her little feet pad through the carpeted tracks left by his big ones, so quiet. She waits for a great big grumble before she steals stealthily near.
Elinor Anna can see her daddy’s dreams all gummy in the corners of his eyes. He’s breathing fire over a great hoard of golden gaming cartridges, circa 1988. His scales are made of circuit boards and his tail hooks protectively as her arm around her lovey. She goes as close to as she dares, nose to nose, and sees that theirs are the same. She gasps and her surprise is mirrored in her daddy’s face when he wakes and finds his talons turned to tickling fingers, his shrewd, slitted eyes to soft ones.
Elinor Anna can’t be a dragon hunter, after all. Not when she’s a dragon, too.