“My father used to tell us stories about the
origin of our species.” *cast eyes about over the group now assembled before
him* “These are not just stories of my clan, but the history of Dragonology.”
*temples
wings up high above head, ruffled them and then brings them down to fold them
softly at his sides. Settles into storytelling mode - reclining with paws
crossed*
“Many
long years ago when rocks were soft and the world bubbled and ran with lava,
from that primordial ooze the first dragons arose. They did not look like us.
At the time, they were small, wingless creatures that would have fit in my
paw.” *extends huge green paw to illustrate their diminutive size*
