He felt strangely calm; until the General had appeared back again. He was walking around and around the Dragon, as if looking for something - or sensing something was amiss. He could not see them wince when he walked briskly beside Brogan treading on his foot. He pressed a button that sat at his throat, which lit up instantaneously opening the anal hatch.
Brogan quickly slid his arm back out - his wrist felt tender - there was some metal that came with it, looped around his wrist.
The Dragon snorted with snot spurting gobs in the air; the two jumped back, seeing the General take his mount, to then fast disappear. They looked over the hills and plains once more as he flew far from them into the distance. Both felt relieved he was gone.
"Nice bangle" said Nervina, noting the golden glint on Brogan's reddened arm.
Brogan could not read Nervina's mind but he could tell from his face what he was thinking. He said, "I'm not sure it suits me you know - I'm a bit of a bloke.... here, go ahead, why don't you try it on."
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
