Strength
The creatures sit down in large chairs at a large table, apparently
prepared especially for them. "Goodness," says one to the
other. "There ARE so many humans here! I was expecting there to
be at least ONE elf!"
"I'm an ELF!" you cry.
The people around you laugh, and your cheeks burn. "Well, I
am," you mumble, glancing up at the creatures.
The other creature, not the one who had talked before, bends down to
examine you. "Leaping lizards!" he--or she,
whichever--exclaims. "She IS an elf!" The people stop
laughing. "How do you do? What's your name? What part of
Middle-Earth are YOU from? I'm from Ungi. Maybe you're from
Hatherdas--it's quite close to Ungi," blabs the creature. (From
what you can catch, it's a Ceyin dragon, a rare type of dragon with
large wings and silvery bodies.)
"I don't know where I'm from, or who I am, but I'm doing fine,
thanks," you say. The people around you start to whisper amongst
themselves. Your forehead grows red, again.
"Hmm," says the other dragon, whose name is Phikasten (it's
a male). "You look like on of the Aiened daughters."
Phikasten turns to the other dragon, whose name happens to be Coleng
(it's a male, too). "Should we take her to the Aiened
elves?" he asks.
"Good idea," says Coleng, and scarfs down some of the
delicious-looking meat that had been placed in front of him earlier.
Feel strength returning to your weak body. How strange, you think.
