"I'm Athorne," she says. "I recently impressed a moon dragon from the Dragon Realm. The egg has just hatched! I can take you to see it!" She looks at you with hopeful eyes, and you nod agreement. The young elf beams. As she takes you into another small room, she tells you of her past. "I was so excited when I was searched at my home village. I miss my family though. Not that they'd approve of riding dragons! Heavens no, I was to be a housewife. Or maybe a spinner." You reach a dark room filled with sand in one corner. Nestled in the sand is a majestic Moon Dragon, with scales of speckled purple.
Athorne cautiously stirs the dragon from its restful sleep to meet you. You never expected this honor. While you wonder what to do if it gets angry at being woken up, Athorne pulls a piece of parchment off of a shelf. "This is her birth certificate. Her name is Luna Mauru." She takes the egg from you, enabling you to see the certificate.
Finished reading the certificate, you listen to the elf continue her life story. "Sometimes I just want more than to sit at home. Of course, I don't do well with people, which didn't help my cause." Sensing a long tale coming on, you help yourself to a chair. Athorne does not miss a beat. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Please sit. Can I get you something to drink?" While preparing your snack in the kitchen, she continues her tale. "Well, you see, I was very small, no more than six turns old, and my mother was introducing me to all the socialites of a nearby large town. She wanted me to have connections, and this was before she deemed me hopeless. But, oh, those ladies made me so nervous! And I was holding my drink in my left hand when Mother pointed out (quite silently of course) a speck of dirt on my left sleeve. But I couldn't see it, so I turned my arm and- well, one of the socialite women went home with a red dress. Of course, it wasn't supposed to be red. It used to be a very nice shade of ivory. Let's just keep it at that." Trying not to laugh at her pitiful story, you realize that Athorne rambles often. Perhaps that is why the room is empty except for you. Cautiously, Athorne sets down your snack and lights several glows to ward off the chill. "But enough about me," she says. You have already begun to tell of your life adventures when she says, "Let's talk about dragons." You smile resigningly. "Oh, I'm so glad I impressed. My disappointing people skills seemed to spark a deep interest in animals, especially dragons. They are so majestic. But I'm rambling." You breathe a sigh of relief, glad that she finally noticed. Realizing it is time for you to go, you excuse yourself. "Goodbye," she sighes. "Thank you so much for visiting. Do come back soon and see if Luna's hatched." To Athorne's delight, you agree. With a thank you and best wishes, you deak out of the house and continue on your way.
