Sins of the Wyrm

[Ariel]

(Psssst...Storm is a male dragon who is blue and purple, but we can incorporate the white dragon into the story.)

The Elven maiden stopped suddenly at the sound of the new comer and turned to him. "What do you know of my dragon friend? Night Star stared at the new comer with suspicion. Sky simply observed and waited for what they may hear next.

[Max]

The white dragon Storm looked betwixt her values, the starry night offering a clear distinction between her white, and the atmosphere's chilly dusk. There was a look within Storm's eyes, and she lifted her great gullet and roared some sparks. Then, she shrunk and became a visage of the elf, garbed in shining chainmail and shoulder spikes. There was a lance within her grip - which at second glance appeared to be a sceptre with a rat enthroned, with shining red jewels as eyes.
"I was scared of the lonely night, I suppose. But, I am still acclimatising to this environment. Remember, Night Star, my dear - I have only just arrived from a deep sleep..." The elf, whom could ever have been a dragon, put her butt to the ground - and began crying.

[Talon Sinnah]

Lynx looked at the dragon turned elf. "I spend six months looking for dragons and one pops out of the woods and a route towards one seems to drop out of a teapot. The gods are cruel masters indeed." Rubbing his forehead he looks at the sobbing 'elf'. "There is no need to cry you are in good company."

[Max]

"I have been drinking from the stream, and my belly is full of water. I think I need some meat. I am not actually crying. Does anyone have hunting tools - I am afraid that I am too bejewelled of character to deal with the rough of the land." The dragon Storm, in elf form, looked about the two travellers. Her eyes danced upon the sprite, floating through the air; and came to rest upon the wildcat.

[Talon Sinnah]

Lynx pulled free a ration pack of dried meat. "It is not much but it sure beats water. What is your story traveler?"