Enalpra & Quenlungchin's Lair
Entering what you think is a cave, you are surprised to find yourself in a rock enclosure, which surrounds a thick, grassy area which in turn surrounds a large circle of fine, white sand. Upon the sand lies six striped eggs. You feel the spongyness of the grass beneath your feet, and attempt to step upon the sand, but you hear a thunderclap, and rush under a overhanging rock for protection from the falling rain. You look out and see that the eggs (and the sand) are not getting wet, and a very clear puzzled expression lines your face.
"Do you think this rain will last long, dearest?" a distincly feminine voice suprises your confused reverie.
"No, but it probably matters not since our eggs are so protected by the - Oh!" A male voice this time, and you turn to see two striped dragons sitting behind you under the same rock ledge. One is two shades of blue, the other yellow and red.
"Hello, whoever you are. My name is Quenlungchin Fyrewild, and this be, I mean is, my mate Enalpra." the yellow/red one addresses you. "Those are our eggs out there, I suppose you tried to step upon the sands, and that's why it started to rain, not because we were having some kind of freak rain shower. The sand is protective - don't ask us why."
"Well," the two-shaded blue, Enalpra, puts forward "maybe it has to do with the inner intracasies of - "
"Please Enalpra, not now!" Quenlungchin cuts him off, "He is forever filling our ears with over intelligent speeches and techinical reasons for things, it is sometimes handy but I'll never know how he came to be born a Fyrewild - Jungle living really does not suit him at all. But, I suppose that makes me the silly one. No offence dear!" she smiles at Enalpra which seems to appease his slightly angered demeanor at being cut off.
The three of you talk a while, and you get Quenlungchin's meaning about Enalpra's over-eloquence in wording. But, he does get it in hand and you all have a very interesting conversation. You bring up the subject of the eggs, and mention that there isn't much room in this enclosure for atleast six extra dragons.
"Well, I suppose I should temper the, oh to the point. All of our children will be sort of adopted out at the Sanctuary Adoptions. Much as we'd love to have them all lie with us, we know that's not possible, and it's better that they go out and find new and exciting homes - not that we won't see them before they leave, and that we won't visit them often! Would you like directions to go try for one of them? You seem a very amiable and - Oh. You seem to be a very likeable person and worthy of having a go."
You smile, and Enalpra quite succinctly gives you clear directions to the Sanctuary Adoptions - telling you to go to the Fyrewild Competition.
This is the plaque made for Enaplra and Quenlungchin when Dragonmaid heard or their "marriage":
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