Reeds

Reeds couldn’t say yet that she was a well travelled dragon, but her lineage certainly was!
She had grandparents from the Shifting Expanse, the Southern Icefield, the Ashfall Waste, and the Viridian Labyrinth!
Her mother from Dragonhome met Reed’s father from the Windswept Plateau and it was there that she was born.
Reed moved to the Gladekeeper’s realm to be nearer her maternal grandmother, a Pearlcatcher whose pearl was keeper of many a wise story by the time she had got to dwell in her presence.

That was where she had met Runic, a copper toned dragon from the Scarred Wasteland who now lived in Lightweaver’s territories.
They had met at Greenskeeper’s Gathering, a time when dragons from all over Sornieth descended upon the Gladekeeper’s shady viridian abode.
She loved his lustre, the way the light gleamed off his hide, the way his runes occasionally glinted in the dappled shade, adding a certain mystique and charisma to his presence.

She remembered how she had unintentionally smirked (imperceptibly she had thought) when he told her his name, but he was not offended in the least.
“I know” he preempted, “my parents were really original when naming me, huh!”
The fact that he had paid her so much attention to notice even such a slight reaction had allowed her to believe in him, most dragons either paid her no attention or were obviously hitting on what they perceived as an easy target, with seemingly no real perception of her reactions to their attempts at interaction.
She had learnt much from her grandmother, especially of the ways of males!

She was slightly awed in his presence, and at first she had felt lacklustre next to him but he had swiftly laid that attitude to rest:
“We’re the same” was all he had said, “You’ve just been exposed to more. Your patina creates your beauty, it’s the story of what you have endured to become who you are today.”

“I suppose… Imagine the hatchlings we’d make,” she had replied with a smile, “they’d be all tones from copper to tarnished, spicy gingers, homely brown shades, sweet chocolate flavours, auburn like the smoldering hillsides* after a reckless hunt!”
He had chuckled at the thought of that, imagining their times ahead and snuggling into her side they relaxed into each others company, their energies gradually melding allowing each others dreams to weave together and shape their future.

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