|The apple of her father’s eye
Turns sixteen years today,
And she goes out adventuring-
At home she would not stay.
She plans to catch a dragonling
And keep it for a pet:
But as with many of her plans
Good fortune is not met.
Her brother, Todd, their father told,
Who roars as she’s brought back:
“No child of mine shall dragons hunt;
You’ll be no dragon-snack!”
|But Roselyn, as this girl is called,
Does feel her temper rise.
“You don’t want me – you just love Todd –
I’m nothing in your eyes!”
She turns, and to her own room flees,
Where she to dragon turns
By accident, for she knows not
That in her, magic burns.
She then in horror turns and flees
Afraid, confused, alone,
Until she finds a nearby wood
And by a brook lays prone.