She takes me back from the beautiful and intriguing place. Glimmering reflections aloft now covered in spreading ripples of lightly metallic gold hue.

Ordered to climb up, her mood seemed even more fearsome. For the second time on her back, I became overcome by floods of words and thoughts. More chaotic than ever.

"Protector. Selector. Mistaken. Taken. Affection. Reflection. Deceived. Disposed."

I shivered and did not have confidence to offer any thoughts to her.

In the two times I was carried on her back, for each I felt like I knew more about her life.

"Poised with clear faculty to be on her own.

Contained under instruction and tutorage, her current home.

A hesitant step is at her threshold.

Resolving to be a goodly sturdy being,

No options are hers until reaching 'so old'.

Yet, delighting in things that are only for young ones.

Not ready to fully forgo playful joys and be done."

I feel like this dragon goddess is like 'close to adult' child in among adults. Competent but not free. Holding earnest desire to be completely free, but also cherishing some aspects of childhood.

Once back in her brightly lit, cube shaped, lair, I am dumped off her back to the floor.