Here Be Dragons
By EM Malachi High in the Dragonhame Mountains, a small dragon fidgeted. Mirendel balanced herself on one leg, moved pebbles around with her talons, and scratched shapes in the snow. A peak nearby started to shift, shaking off layers of ice and snow to reveal a much larger Platinum dragon. Matriarch Aesthyron lowered her head to stare at Mirendel, “You are supposed to be meditating.” “I did. Done now. Tell me a story.” “Ah, the impatience of youth. Very well. I shall share a piece of lore on why we value reflection and patience. Watch now. Kal Quas Wis Ort […]