Inspired by her journey with fertility, motherhood and hopeful resilience in the face of grief
written by the model:
The dragon arched it's obsidian neck, spitting tongues of fire. Razor sharp spikes protruded from it's back and its eyes glowed with malevolence as it struggled against the silver bubble that held it captive. A curving claw full of talons raked at the smooth, slippery surface. "You will never be able to imprison me!" it roared, loosing another torrent of flame. "You are pitiful, weak and small. You cannot stand against me!" The bubble bulged outward as the dragon threw its bulk against the side.
In front of caged Despair a small girl laughed, brown ringlets tousled her rosy cheeks. Hope raised her silver wand and blew another bubble.
