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--Here is our thread! I can add the plot if need be--
Brigit MacLeod sat in the reception area of the Dragon Affairs office, tapping her finger against her arm, and wishing they’d hurry the hell up. She’d been sitting for nearly an hour, and with each minute that ticked by, she started to doubt her eligibility. If she didn’t qualify to sacrifice herself to one of the dragon-shifter clans, her younger brother would die; only the blood of a dragon could cure her brother’s terminal illness. A woman dressed in a gray suit emerged from the far doorway and walked toward her. When she reached Brigit, the woman said, “Are you Brigit MacLeod?” She nodded, and the woman turned. “Then follow me.” This is it. Brigit rubbed her hands against her black trousers before she stood up and followed the woman. They went down one dull, poorly lit corridor and then turned left to go down another. The woman in the gray suit finally stopped in front of a door that read “Human Sacrifice Liaison” and turned the doorknob. Rather than enter, the middle-aged woman motioned for Brigit to go inside. She obeyed, and as soon as she entered the room, the door slammed shut behind her. A man not much older than her twenty-five years sat at a desk piled high with folders and papers.
~~Two Weeks Later~~
Brigit stood with her parents in front of the well-guarded entrance to the clan’s land. She knew someone from the clan would arrive at any minute to take her inside, but saying goodbye to her parents was harder than she’d imagined. She was a grown woman, for crying out loud. Yet as she looked from her mom to her dad and back again, she realized this might be the last time she ever saw them, unless her assigned male granted her privileges.
The last two weeks had been a rollercoaster of events as she had explained to her parents that her brother's life was saved. Her father looked upon her now with eyes that shone with unshed tears. "I wish you had told us, Bridge." he managed to keep his voice from breaking, using the nickname she had had since she was small. Brigit smile warmly and wrapped her arms around the older man. "I'm a grown woman, dad. This way, Alex will have a good life and he will be healed of his cancer." she chirped, trying to keep her emotions in check. "If all goes well, I'll be back in six months to a year." she added, releasing him from the hug as she turned to her mother.
The stout woman pulled her daughter into an embrace, her shoulders rumbling with sobs. "Call as soon as you are given permission. I know they said six weeks and then if you're... male? ... grants it. Call us for any reason, baby girl." she blubbered and Brigit gave her that same warm and strong smile she had given her father. She nodded, "Yes, mom. I will. I promise." she said, trying not to become emotional. She needed to show strength to these Dragon-Shifters, and she wasn't fully sure how they would view an emotional farewell to her parents.
She waved them off, wishing them well, and then turned to face the well guarded gates. Her suitcase sat at her feet as she made a mental check of herself to make sure she was still presentable. Thankfully her mother's tears hadn't gotten her shirt wet.
--Here is our thread! I can add the plot if need be--
Brigit MacLeod sat in the reception area of the Dragon Affairs office, tapping her finger against her arm, and wishing they’d hurry the hell up. She’d been sitting for nearly an hour, and with each minute that ticked by, she started to doubt her eligibility. If she didn’t qualify to sacrifice herself to one of the dragon-shifter clans, her younger brother would die; only the blood of a dragon could cure her brother’s terminal illness. A woman dressed in a gray suit emerged from the far doorway and walked toward her. When she reached Brigit, the woman said, “Are you Brigit MacLeod?” She nodded, and the woman turned. “Then follow me.” This is it. Brigit rubbed her hands against her black trousers before she stood up and followed the woman. They went down one dull, poorly lit corridor and then turned left to go down another. The woman in the gray suit finally stopped in front of a door that read “Human Sacrifice Liaison” and turned the doorknob. Rather than enter, the middle-aged woman motioned for Brigit to go inside. She obeyed, and as soon as she entered the room, the door slammed shut behind her. A man not much older than her twenty-five years sat at a desk piled high with folders and papers.
~~Two Weeks Later~~
Brigit stood with her parents in front of the well-guarded entrance to the clan’s land. She knew someone from the clan would arrive at any minute to take her inside, but saying goodbye to her parents was harder than she’d imagined. She was a grown woman, for crying out loud. Yet as she looked from her mom to her dad and back again, she realized this might be the last time she ever saw them, unless her assigned male granted her privileges.
The last two weeks had been a rollercoaster of events as she had explained to her parents that her brother's life was saved. Her father looked upon her now with eyes that shone with unshed tears. "I wish you had told us, Bridge." he managed to keep his voice from breaking, using the nickname she had had since she was small. Brigit smile warmly and wrapped her arms around the older man. "I'm a grown woman, dad. This way, Alex will have a good life and he will be healed of his cancer." she chirped, trying to keep her emotions in check. "If all goes well, I'll be back in six months to a year." she added, releasing him from the hug as she turned to her mother.
The stout woman pulled her daughter into an embrace, her shoulders rumbling with sobs. "Call as soon as you are given permission. I know they said six weeks and then if you're... male? ... grants it. Call us for any reason, baby girl." she blubbered and Brigit gave her that same warm and strong smile she had given her father. She nodded, "Yes, mom. I will. I promise." she said, trying not to become emotional. She needed to show strength to these Dragon-Shifters, and she wasn't fully sure how they would view an emotional farewell to her parents.
She waved them off, wishing them well, and then turned to face the well guarded gates. Her suitcase sat at her feet as she made a mental check of herself to make sure she was still presentable. Thankfully her mother's tears hadn't gotten her shirt wet.
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