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In a quiet and peaceful corner of the Windswept Plateau exists a small series of caves networking through the cliffside. A number of these caves have been turned into the home of a small clan of dragons, though many are far too small for even fae dragons to fit into. The wind rushes through these tiny holes in the rocks and creates a beautiful singing noise, though some dragons find the singing of the rocks unnerving. But to those who call those caves home, the singing is soothing, and many hatchlings are rocked to sleep on peaceful nights when the singing is quiet and gentle, almost like a lullabye. Though the winds are not always peaceful, and the singing reflects that; a howling gale causes a crescendo of noise to stir through the caves, and there is an eerie silence whenever the wind falls still. Though for those dragons who do find the singing unnerving, tucked around the side of the cliff, out of sight and sheltered from the winds exists a thriving garden, where birdsong and the sounds of nature replace the singing of the caves.

The small collection of dragons who have made these caves their home, hold open the doors for any passing dragons, regardless of their past or flight. And all who spend time there speak of the wonderful warming atmosphere within the caves, where a bed and a meal is always ready for those who need it.

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