This is actually better off called 'Annabelinda' but I still want to call it A Dragon's Eccentricates. Why? I dunno. 

(edit 9/26/20: tumblr link at bottom. y'all know how it works)

TW: (censored) Curse word

The next day

Lillian woke up to the sound of birds chirping. She yawned, not fully awake, then rolled over in her bed. She stayed in that position for about five minutes before realizing that her father was leaving on another business trip, and would expect her to be at the door to say goodbye. In gaudy clothes that he thought were "normal". If this was normal, she didn't like it that much.

So she got out of bed, and put on a fancy dress, a bit of makeup, then styled her hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Tall, and a bit lanky. Fair skin, bright green eyes, and long black hair that was half-up, half-down. Instead of her usual lilac dress with a bit of black embroidery, she was wearing something pink and frilly, much like Lottie's princess dress from The Princess and The Frog. But underneath the mess of frills, were a worn out pair of leather Victorian-Style boots her mother had slipped her once. (At least she thought it was her mother, they were sitting unmarked at the foot of her bed one day.) No one- not even her father- could make her take off her boots.

She looked at the clock- 7:25. Five minutes to get downstairs. It might sound like a lot, but as she never got used to walking in really fancy dresses, it might be a close call.

As she walked downstairs, she thought of her father. She had mixed feelings for him. On one hand, she loved him with all her heart. He cared about her. He always made sure to be home on her birthday, even if he had to tell his work he was "sick". But on the other hand, she didn't much like his ideals. She remembered a day when she was five or six. She had told him about how she wanted to share stories with the world! But he said that it was a man's job. That men were the ones to share stories. A women's job was to get married, then have and raise kids. That was all.

And then came the part that she would never-could never-forget.

"But Father, what if a woman doesn't want to get married, or have kids? Or what if she wants to do more?"

He gave her a look that she could only describe as terrifying. She almost cowered. "Women want to get married. Women want to have and raise kids. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand." He snarled, each syllable of every word pressing down on her like a hammer to a nail.

"Yes Father." she said meekly.

She didn't mention those things again.

By time Lillian had finished reminiscing, she was downstairs. "Hello Father!" Her father turned around, as he was just heading out the door. He was tall and plump, with salt-and-pepper hair and mustache. He was wearing his nicest suit, the one he always wore when leaving for a business trip. "Oh, hello Lillian! I'm sorry, but I must be leaving now. Goodbye!" He closed the door. "...Goodbye." she said sadly. Unfortunately, this was not the first abrupt goodbye, nor would it be the last.

But now that her father was gone, she could finally start writing stories. She started towards the library, then thought that she should probably get out of her dress into one more favorable.

After she had changed, she raced towards the library. She removed A Lesson in Practicality from a shelf, to reveal the quill-and-ink set she had gotten from A Dragon's Eccentricities. She sat down at the desk, a piece of parchment paper already set down. And she started to write.

After about ten pages, she set the quill back into the ink bottle. She looked over it, to make sure she hadn't made any spelling or grammar mistakes, when she noticed something odd. Random letters were written in red ink. She was quite puzzled, as she had been writing in black ink, and hadn't switched ink colors. She looked at what the letters spelled, if anything.

"E"

"C"

"C"

"E"

"N"

"T"

"R"

"I"

"C"

"I"

"T"

"I"

"E"

"S"

"Eccentricities" A bright flash of while light emerged from the ink bottle. Out of the feather came an Albino dragon, starting as large as the quill, but growing steadily, until it was about three feet tall, and seven feet long. Lillian blinked, her mouth open in awe. "Holy sh*t."

The dragon gave her a mom-type look. "Oh, sorry. But I mean, a dragon just emerged out of my quill. I think that's a valid reason to say sh- The s-word." The dragon rolled it's eyes. "I'm Lillian. What's your name?" The dragon lifted it's head, to reveal a red ribbon with a medal. Upon closer inspection, Lillian realized it had words on it.

Annabelinda

Female Dragon, Quill-and-Ink

A Dragon's Eccentricities

"So, your name is Annabelinda? Can I call you Anna? It's much shorter." Annabelinda snorted, as if to say, "Sure, why the heck not." Lillian stood in front of her, not really sure what to do now. "What happens now? Usually, there's a magical adventure after someone finds a dragon in the quill-and-ink bottle, right?" Annabelinda shrugged. "Well, if it's not mandatory, I'd like to proofread my story."

So Lillian sat down, and as she started to re-read her story, Annabelinda curled up around her chair. As she read, she traced her finger along the words, and mumbled under her breath. But suddenly, about five minutes into proofreading, Annabelinda let out a small burst of white flames.

"What the world Anna!" cried Lillian. "You could have burned something, and no one can know that you're here." But Annabelinda ignored her, and simply put a claw on her story. Lillian re-read the sentence. "Oh." Annabelinda had simply been pointing out a grammar mistake. The girl fixed it. "Thanks Anna."

So, for the rest of the pages, Annabelinda assisted with her proofreading- as it turned out, she was quite the editor. After they had gone over the story about five or six times, she stopped. Without thinking, she put the quill back into the ink bottle. The second Lillian had done that, she realized that she might have just sent Annabelinda back into the feather! She quickly went to pull it out, but not before she heard something that sounded like a laugh-Annabelinda!

"Anna! You scared me!" The dragon showed no sign of remorse. "Well, what do we do now?" Annabelinda smirked, and Lillian noticed a glint in her eyes. "Wha- Oh no. No, we are not doing this." Annabelinda lowered down, and spread her wings, almost as if to say, "Oh yes we are!" Lillian looked at her. "Do I have a choice?" The dragon shook her head. Lillian sighed, put the quill in her dress pocket, then got on her back.

Annabelinda backed up a bit. She then took a running start, and forced herself through the wall, making a hole in the tower that was the library. Lillian looked back, and stared at what Annabelinda had done. "You- how- what-," Annabelinda shook her head, suggesting that Lillian should just enjoy the view.

Lillian looked down, and gasped. The bird's eye-dragon's eye?- view of the town was remarkable. She could see the sweet shoppe, the grocer's, and even the lot where A Dragon's Eccentricities had been only 24 hours ago.

They kept flying- over lakes and rivers, hills and mountains, flatlands and plateaus. They flew for hours, until Annabelinda landed them in front of a small house. Lillian got off, and looked around. She knew this neighborhood! It was only about a fifteen minute walk from her house. Annabelinda pushed her forwards. She knocked on the door.

A middle aged woman with black hair greeted her. "Oh, hell- Lilian!" Lillian stared in shock at her. "Mother?" she said. Her mother had disappeared years before, so it was a surprise to find her right here, in front of her!

The woman ran towards her, and wrapped her up in a hug. Lillian started crying of happiness. "I can't believe I found you!" They kept hugging, Lillian not wanting to leave her mother's embrace. But she needed to ask her mother the question that had been bothering her for years "Why did you leave?" Her mother released her from the hug briefly. "You know your father, and his ideas about women." "But he loved you!" Lillian said. "No sweetheart," her mother told her, "He loved the me that fit his ideals. That wasn't the real me. I just couldn't stay."

"How'd you find me anyways?" "My-" Lillian stopped herself. It might not be the best idea to tell her mom that a dragon brought her there. "I just stumbled upon the neighborhood." Her mother nodded. "Alright. I'm making dinner, do you want to come in?" "Sure! I'll be in in a minute." "Ok!" her mother said, then closed the door.

Lillian walked around the house. There lay Annabelinda, in the small alley between the homes. She went over and hugged her. "Thank you Anna." she said. "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Suddenly, a voice filled her head. It was rich as chocolate, and sweet as honey. "Be my friend." Lillian went up to her ear, and whispered into it.

"Already done."

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30 years later

1924, United States

Lillian was walking back to her home on Stars Ave.- her father had left it years ago- when all of a sudden, she stopped. Right there, in front of her, was A Dragon's Eccentricities.

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1600 words exactly! (not counting this note, or part one).Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it, and that this ending worked well. (also, sorry if i spelled eccentricities a lot of different ways...It's a really big word, heh)

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Oh, wait.

That's what Annabelinda would look like. In the story, I said she was three feet tall, and seven feet long, but that was just a quick description. She's seven feet long, not including the tail, which she has curled up in that scene. And she's three feet tall, not including the height of her head. With her head and neck, that section of her is about 5 1/2, 6 feet tall.