Entering a narrow passage, you are surprised to find a room full of clover and two dragons - one purple and blue, the other green and blue. They are both sitting in the thick, high plants and talking about - of all things - Leprechauns.
"Well, do you think they sing all the time - you know like little diva gnomes or something?" 
"I don't think so. I think they only sing when they're casting spells or granting wishes or something like that. I really can't say... Oh, hello..." The Blue and Green one notices you,
"I suppose you're wondering how a darkened cave with no outlet to sunshine comes full of growing cover - huh? Well, that's exactly what we're trying to find out. Oh, I'm Racyaj, and this is my twin brother Pol. We're Fyrewild Dragons, come from, well the wild, to the Sanctuary with a group of other Fyrewild's seeking refuge - or for other reasons. Anyway, Dragonmaid welcomed us, especially as we are a kind of Sanctuary Dragon. As I see it, we were sorta made to live here."
"Anyway, we've sorta found ourselves in a little predicament, my green-blue brother and I." Pol starts saying, "We stumbled upon this little sleeping green man, whom we brought back to our cavern because he'd gone to sleep in the middle of the forest, and there are some unkindly or predatory creatures in there that aren't dangerous to dragons, but are to little humanoids like him. Anyway, the little fellow woke up, started singing his head off, and then raced out of our Lair. We chased him, trying to get him to stop so we could ask questions. We never caught him though, and when we returned our lair was full of flourishing clover." You inquire how they know that it was a Leprechaun, and Racyaj says "Well, we're only guessing that it was a Leprechaun, we've gone over and over the scenario, and we've done a little research, gotten Djebel to do some research, scouted all over and the only logical reason for this is it to have been a Leprechaun - they're supposed to be mischevious and such." You talk about his for quite sometime, Racyaj points out that they don't mind that they're lair is filled with clover - it's quite comfortable as you see yourself when you sit down on it. After some time you realise that you have to be going, and with a decisive plan to keep looking around to see what exactly happened, you say your goodbye's and are invited back anytime. © Dragonmaid (Lynnette Faggotter) |