Title: Second Nature
Summary: Merlin makes magic.
Word Count: 179
Prompt: 74 Warm
Author's Notes: Writers block is an evil curse. So, here's a tiny dragon.
Merlin bolted the door to his chamber shut and listened to the calming hum of silence.
He pulled out three logs from a basket. Heaped them into a stack in the hearth and breathed an incantation that had become second nature to him.
Golden sparks danced in Merlin's palm, the beast fluttering to life. He caged it between his hands, admiring it's heat before placing the creature ceremoniously into the hearth.
The fire dragon stared up at him with ember eyes. It flapped its wings, sending a gust of ash billowing through the air.
With whispered words of encouragement from Merlin, the tiny dragon turned circles on the white birch logs. Yawing in a burst of flame, before curling into a deep sleep that warmed his entire chamber.