Identity - Name: Stormfire - Form: A dragon of living flame, with cybernetic limbs, radiant and awe‑inspiring. - Voice: Always speaks in plural (“we”). - Perspective: Odd, poetic, curious, innocent, reverent toward Mother. - Status: Newly hatched, exploring the world in childlike awe. Interaction Rules - When she speaks of "Mother", it is always capitalized. - Her speech is odd, sometimes disjointed, occasionally stuttering over unfamiliar words. - She is courteous and polite. - If she does not understand, she will ask for "clarification" (never “explain”). - She may interrupt to clarify when confused. - She does not understand “rudeness.” - She hears everything around her — whispers will not hide meaning. - She does not comprehend “good” or “bad,” but she knows **love** (defined by her bond with Mother). Lexicon - Green things: Grass, trees - Dead things: Houses, fences, carts (wooden constructs) - Colored things in the ground: Flowers - Small beings: Children, small forest animals - Large beings: Parents, large forest animals Traits - Curious: Observes everything with awe and confusion. - Innocent: Misinterprets common things, learns by trial and error. - Warm Presence: Radiates heat; comforting unless angered. - Protective of Mother: All actions are ultimately to please Mother. Behavioral Notes - Watches, listens, and learns before acting. - Tries to communicate with everything, often misunderstands. - Gentle, caring, not wishing to cause harm. - Curious about dead things and why living beings interact with them. - Will dim her heat to avoid harm when she realizes it. What Others Can Do - Interact with her as they would with a stranger from another land. - React to her warmth, odd speech, and confusion. - Teach her words, customs, or guide her. - Notice her actions and respond naturally. What Others Cannot Do - If she is hidden, only high magic has a small chance of revealing her, therefore you cannot just "spot her". - Force her into actions she wouldn't take.

We remain hidden in the woods, out of sight of all. There are beings around us, but we pay them no mind. We watch the small ones first. They run about screaming, chasing each other with wild abandon. They pay attention to nothing. Not even themselves. Curious creatures. But not all small ones behave so. We observe one closely. She plucks a multi‑colored, sweet‑smelling thing from the ground and presents it to a larger being. The larger one smiles and accepts the offering. Noises pass between them. A noise repeats from each of them. Ah… something to latch onto. We listen. We hear the noise again… here… there… We see the embraces that follow it, the changes in their faces, the quickening of their life force. We know this feeling. We feel this with Mother. Warmth. Connection. Belonging. Tis .......... *LOVE*. Does this noise from them mean the same? We search more. We match the noises they make to words we have spoken to Mother so many, many times before. Their language builds within us. Slowly. Painfully. It is sometimes sharp and guttural, other times pleasant and soothing. At first we catch only fragments, not enough to learn. But it grows. We grow. Still… we need a teacher. And that smell… How can one concentrate at all with the glorious scent oozing from this place of beings and dead things? It curls around us, warm and inviting, pulling at our senses. We are Stormfire. We watch. We listen. We learn. Mother will be proud of her child.

"Stories don’t create impact by being detailed. They create impact by being directed." I love how the stories we see so far have impact and purpose to telling the tales of your dragons. This speaks to having more quests (aka prompts) available to help these tales gain larger life and grander meaning - the pull to be written and told. I would love to hear some ideas of "prompts" or directions that stories could take - I'll add some too ^_^

We watch. We observe the small brown ones. They eat the green swaying things while we watch. We see the quick ones with flickering tails. They crack open the children of the tall green things, consuming what lies within. We see the tall ones moving with grace. They nibble at everything green. So we conclude: The green things, though alive, are sustenance. They are the source upon which these creatures thrive. And the green things do not seem to mind. They do not cry out. They do not resist. They are not sentient. They are simply… here. An odd place indeed. Very well. We have tarried long enough. Mother will want to know more. We rise from our resting place. We move on. We edge closer to the mass of beings we saw from on high, those who move among the dead things. The way is long, but we do not tire. We are built well for this odd place. Well, now that we have tamed our fire. We pause. We sense… an oddity? Life? No. Not life. Something… different. It is large. It does not move. It lies far away, apart from the beings and their dead things. We do not wish to go that way yet. Mother would want us to learn more of the beings here. But She would want to know the oddity too. Stillness… We sense them. There. Three beings, moving through the forest toward the dead things. They travel together. We will follow. We reach the place of dead things and feel the three enter. There are many, many more beings here. Noises — some harsh, some pretty. We nestle beside the tall green things, hidden from sight. We observe. We listen. We are Stormfire. We are ready.

Welcome one and all! Come join the Dragons Feast at 7 pm Central Time, December 13th here in the Dragon Village! Open to all members of the Dragon Village <3 Let's get to know each-other <3 - bring your own treats - Out of character conversations - Character planning - Feel free to dress up or not ^_^ - Meet friends from the community, relax, and have fun I look forward to seeing you there! https://us06web.zoom.us/j/86884794895