'We have to get as far away as we can before the last of the snow melts and the curse falls on me, so get a good night's sleep and be careful of your bandages.'
'Well, you've . . ah. . . rescued your handsome prince, so why can't we just break the spell whenever?'
'The same thing that keeps the enchantment on me is the only thing protecting me from the dragon, and I'm the only thing protecting you from the dragon . . .'
'Ah. Good point.' He winced as she rubbed salve over the burn. 'I'd rather not get mauled by him again if I can help it. So how do we break the spell, anyway? I kiss you, right?'
She actually blushed. 'Um, it's not that simple. I suppose that's what your grandmother told you in the stories . . . the easiest way to break a person-specific curse is to alter the magical signature of the person it applies to. . .'
'You know I don't know much about magic--'
She turned away, digging through her pack. 'See, the spell identifies me as a pure virgin maid.'
'Oh.' he said, then went red. 'Oh! You mean--'
'Yes,' she said. 'Here, rub this salve on your chest: dragon burns fester easily.'
Me playing with lighting effects, two-person compositions, and new Prismacolors. Colored pencil and fine-tip marker, 7*6'. Early 2002.