I was commissioned to do some art for an ...adult themed story written by someone else.

The story, and the characters, belong to Trout

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It was early in the morning when Dirine stumbled out of the inn and into the crisp air outside. She had no idea why she had said that to Clay, but his rejection burned a hole in her heart. She didn't know where she was going. She just picked a direction on the road at random and walked. She walked for an hour, alone with her thoughts (which consisted mainly of self-directed admonishments) and the occasional stranger walking or sometimes riding in the opposite direction.

She hardly noticed when the road made a turn that she didn't, taking her into a lightly-travelled path through a forest. Soon the forest gave way into rolling hills covered with grass. She kept walking. Clay must be worried, she thought. He knows that I left because of what he said and the bastard must feel so sorry. Serves him right. Maybe when I get back he'll realize what he did wrong and he'll apologize and we'll be together. Thus preoccupied with this line of thought, it was a great surprise to her when she lost her footing on a slope and rolled down it, landing headfirst into the side of a dragon.