"Hey, Cleo!" you say as you reach the top of the stairs. The fae is flitting excitedly about. "What's going on?" "Dalicent just grew. He's an adolescent now, would you believe! And guess what... he's an air dragon too. Big surprise, huh?" she says, fluttering her delicate wings. You smile. "Oh! Do you want to see him? He's over here, if he hasn't flown off again. Since he's grown, he just can't seem to stay on the ground." The short walk to the nesting place where Dalicent usually sleeps reveals... nothing. He's gone. You look around, then point directly above you and Cleo. "Look!" There, in the sky, is a dark purple shape soaring through the air, almost totally blended in with the fog. "Huh! Dalicent, come down here!" the faerie shouts up at the shape. It begins spiraling downward, growing and becoming more and more distinctly draconic. Finally, it alights on the soft ground, and you look into the serious face of an old friend.
Hullo, says a deep voice in your head. "Hi, Dalicent," you reply, nodding. There is a moment of silence. Then, I'm an adolescent! That means I've found my type... I am an air dragon. I love to fly! I'd give you a ride, but Cleo says I can't carry anyone... yet! You laugh. "So, what's it like? Flying, I mean." Quickly the purple dragon is ranting on his new favorite pastime. You discuss what the two of you like (and don't like) to do at length. Time seems to fly by, and soon it time for you to move on. "Goodbye, Dalicent! Cleo!" you call as you head down the mountain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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