You climb the face
of one of the taller peaks and come upon a ledge worn deep into the side
of the mountain and covered in ivy. Looking there, you see a flash of something.
Scales, perhaps? A closer look brings you staring right into the purple
eyes of a glistening golden dragon. It cocks its head at you and chirps
slightly, then trills in a high-pitched, ear-shattering note. You cover
your ears and squeeze your eyes shut, only to find that the sound has stopped
and that the dragon is now inches away from you.
The dragon blinks again, and whips its tail slightly to one side. Suddenly,
it speaks in a soft, feather-light voice.
*Wyven, esthil. I am Samura, or feather. How does the day fair you?* she
asks.
You nod and smile at her, and she looks out across the ledge up to another
peak where a large nest sits.
*I'm sorry, esthil, but I must go. I shall see you later, perhaps...* And
with that she slides away, leaving nothing for you to do but turn back.
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