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 | The Dowager looked up from her cup of tea that she had been swirling in her hand and directly in the eyes of her son. “Do you remember what I said about Dragons being literal?” Before he could answer she continued, “Well never mind - they are. It caused the Great Age of Befuddlement and was the first conflict of the Outies, Dragons, and Fae in the Village." |
"There was this Outie who wished for a Mountain of Gold! I mean really, he couldn't have asked for a molehill or a hummock. Then what did the Dragon do - but give it to him. I don’t remember exactly what happened but the Outie received his mountain but it was not as he expected. It was a mountain with the gold laying deep down inside of it. This of course created chaos as all the other Outies also wanted their share of the gold and rushed to the mountain."
"A group of Fae had been watching and didn't like the greed and fighting that broke out between the Outies. How stupid to be fighting over something like gold. Now being annoyed because a new mountain appears in the middle of the Village I understood. Anyhow, these weren't the feelings and experiences the Fae had hoped to share with the Outies. After talking among themselves, they decided to volunteer to become interpreters to the literal minded Dragons. This way, the Fae who better understood the Dragons, hoped they could help the Outies and keep the natural balance of harmony. As interpreters, they could also stop misunderstandings such as this from happening again. It was this conflict that created the Wish Dragon clan. That is where our family comes in son.”
 | Griselda standing up from her chair, leaned forward and rolled back her sleeve to show her Dragon tattoo. “When I was a young girl, I was selected to become a Wish Dragon Guardian and receive my tattoo. It was a special day of celebration for the clan when this ritual came to one of us." |
| Whispering to herself so low that the others could not hear, "It is a memory that is never far from my mind." Quietly she sat, sipping her tea and staring into space, thinking back to those days, as her two listeners sat waiting for her to continue, not wanting to break the spell of her tale. Finally, Griselda realizes that she has been day-dreaming of the past. "There is much more to tell, but, that will have to await another day as I am tired and the evening is here." Rising, she continues, "When Sneefle arrives with my things, have him deliver them to my room. I will meet with both of you again in the morning." She nods to the Baron and then turns to look directly at Hungry, "Good night Hungry. Sleep well this night and tomorrow I will tell you more about your heritage," smiling, she adds, "Oh... and if you like, you may take the pillow with you." |  |
As the Dowager and the Dragon leave the parlor, the Baron closes his eyes, shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. "Oh no, I forgot all about Sneefle. Fiddlefaddle will not be overly thrilled when he arrives..."
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