One Hundred One Shots
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Note: I hope the part about patrol doesn't sound too out of place.
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Flying
Jane loved to fly, when she was flying with Dragon everything seemed to fit in its place, she felt truly free when she was up there in the sky, far from the worries of the castle. She loved patrol, she had always found it hard to call it work because she loved it so much, the wind in her hair, the way everything looked so small… but she would always go back to the fact that she would feel as though she was a bird that had been released from its cage or a prisoner from the dungeon. If she couldn't go flying at least once a day she would begin to feel trapped, like she always had before she had been granted her knights apprenticeship. Jane loved to fly, she had from the first moment Dragon's feet had left the earth with her upon his back and she knew she would never grow tired of it.
