I looked at the picture of Joran with his massive Moss Dragon steed with envy. He always had an affinity for that species. Living in the Idyllic Forest had made him almost tree-like himself: patient and strong. Mia told me thats what it takes to tame a Moss Dragon.
Stumbling down a rocky path from the beach, the land unfurled before me, green and lush. A light mist lay upon the sea of grass even though it was 2 in the afternoon. I saw butterflies of brilliant hues fluttering about the blossoming Frangipanis and thought to myself why doesn't anybody build a village over here. Then i heard the roar...and felt the ground tremble...
