Two dragon skeletons lay undisturbed in the Tangled Wood. Brightly glowing mushrooms and moss slowly grew inside each one over the years, like stubborn imprints of two souls. One day, all of the vibrant life within the bones withered all at once, and a veilspun awoke in each long-dead dragon's ribcage. Hazy, lonely, and confused, the two veilspun found each other. They noted the skeletons and dead plant life with concern. As they studied the scene more deeply, though, they realized the two dead dragons must have cared about each other very much.

They will never know the story of the dragons whose soul-stuff they are made from. Those dragons' lives are not their own. But it is easy to talk to each other, and they felt like old friends from the day they awoke. For now, that is more than enough.

GreyLady awoke within the skeleton of a nocturne dragon. She feels a shadow of a nocturne's flexibility in adapting to the personalities and mannerisms of dragons she's around.