Fantasy

Mystery had always surrounded them. There was an air of mystique that followed them wherever they went - and they never separated. Some say they'd never ever been apart - others claim they just stayed close together for show. Nevertheless, Eldritch and Fantasy lived their lives in magic.

When anyone needed help with the more.. mystical things in life, they called upon the tiny faes. They would concoct whatever potion any dragon required, with a bit of cryptic advice to go along with it. Most didn't mind the eerie air they gave off.

Fantasy, preferring the more prophetical tendencies, offered divination services. Her readings always came true - no matter how ridiculous and sometimes, completely insane, they always manifested themselves in one way or another. Sometimes she'd kindly place her claws on the claw of her client, and speak in the most serious of voices, "A berry will fall in your eye within a fortnight."

Eldritch found himself strong in the concoction of potions, tinctures, and herbal remedies. He'd examine a potential client and find it in him to suggest a wide array of different, random, completely unrelated remedies to cure whatever ills he saw in the dragon.

The two of them were mysterious, and they never strayed from one another.