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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 3604306" data-attributes="member: 4936">Yes, said Whisper to Noctuvos. A few more turnings of this orb, and you shall have your prize. When it hatches, I will lift it high to the edge of air. There you have simply to reach out to claim it.Her immediate tasks done, she turned her eyes to watch things. She saw the little dragon hauling its load to the desert, and it was good. She saw the mother dragon, who was named Tiamat, looking down from her aerie on the humans as they made their pots and skins...and as for the first time she wondered what was so great about those things, and knew desire, fierce and sharp...and it was good.It was time now, Whisper decided, and her eyes fell upon human hunters who had ventured too deep into the woods, and were now lost and afraid. She drew her cloak around them and whispered into their ears, Follow me to the heart of the woods. I will keep you safe.Now fearful of the dark, yet daring to hope, they followed Whisper through the forest to a glade in the center, far from where any man had set foot. Here the goddess swept down upon them, filling them, exploring them, until she saw how it was they had been put together. Then she made the changes she desired and hovered over them to survey her handiwork.They were not so far different from what they had been. Their skin was now a deep blue-violet color, harder to make out against the twilight forest. Their ears larger, their eyes gleamed with the faintest of starlight, able to see by the same. Less robust of form, yet quicker and more graceful of step...for if your foe never knew you were there, what need a burly frame? And they were beautiful. Less rushed, less haphazard than the humans. Nothing wasted, slim and curved. Their minds she changed, dimming their memories of who they had been, and where they'd come from...allowing their skills to pass undiminished.Rise, she said, and they did. This forest is yours. Stay here, stay hidden. The leaves will shelter you from the dragons above. The woods will frighten away the humans on the ground. Make your home in between, in the trees. Let them pass around you, over you, under you, unknowing. Watch them and the world, and learn.Then she left them to make their way. Soon Noctuvos' dragon would hatch, and she was curious what would become of the thing.The time came then, and when night fell, Whisper came to the dragon as it gnawed its first meal of camel. You are very young, she hissed in its ear, but very strong. Spread your wings and fly...see how strong you are, how magnificent. Fly as high as you can.And the dragon, prideful even just out of the shell, did just that. And where its flesh began to fail, Whisper gave it strength, lifted it higher, until it was gasping and wheezing...had it been human, it would have died. But here on the edge of the air, where world and void touched, it was barely alive...and probably not for long.Come Noctuvos, she called. Come claim what is yours. The life given by the Empyreal is lasting, but dependent on the elements. Perhaps you can take that dependence away, so it feasts on YOUR essence rather than his. If not, it will die, but you can learn the way of its making and perhaps fashion one of your own.</blockquote>

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