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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Otiroth" data-source="post: 7379444" data-attributes="member: 6939031">Otiroth: DragonsChildhood memories were deceptive creatures. Everything so much larger and brighter, painted in pastels and wreathed in the scent of campfires. Small threats grew to great dragons, and large threats withered into faint nightmares.Otiroth had understood more and more, as the years went on. Memories changing slowly from smoky mysteries into a difficult reality.He understood how much the other traders had sacrificed and risked to protect them. Why they hid away when the guards in their shining armor passed by. And the men that went into his mother's tent while he played out by the campfires.But one memory remained; clear, but still somehow mystical. Magical. The first promise of power.The two travelers had come into camp after trading for the evening was done. A woman with midnight hair and darker eyes, and a hulking, scaled man with an axe at his side.The man had been covered in green scales! Otiroth had been so excited, that despite being ordered back to his tent, he had peeked through the gaps in the dangling canvas. He had watched. And even with the arrogance of hindsight, much of what he saw was still incomprehensible.The woman had had curling horns- one of them broken. Her face had been frighteningly pale.His mother walked out to meet the two. She was a dancer- elegant, gentle, always quick to spoil him, but her eyes when she talked to the two were something different and frightening. "You're here too soon. Leave."And that, Otiroth still did not understand.They had not left. Not immediately. The three had sat around the campfire for some time and talked, and Otiroth could not hear them from where he watched. He had thought himself well-concealed, but before the two had left, the woman's eyes had snapped in his direction. She looked right at him for one terrifying moment.The woman had had black scales. Long claws. The smell of acid overwhelmed the familiar smell of the campfires.Otiroth had ducked back inside his tent and under the covers.But......he had thought she had wings, as well.</blockquote>

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