The sun's warm and life giving rays slowly retreat from the land, the golden glow ebbing as night's comforting blanket falls across lake and stream, mountain and vale, forest and glen.
The silvery moon casts her enchanting glow over the land bringing peace and serenity as the day's events draw to a close. An howl calls out from it's leafy bough greeting the small group gathered in the clearing, the light scent of wildflowers hovering in the still evening air.
"The Treasure chamber will soon be too small to contain all the wonderous gifts left by the special travellers who've graced our home lately." Moonlight enhances the glimmer of happiness sparkling in the large blue eyes of the brown Dragon curled up on the soft grass, his tail wrapped comfortably around his sleek, muscular bulk.
Her back propped up against stretched out blue Dragon the Glen's creator smiles softly, her elven features a glow with the renewed sense of peacefulness this time always brings. "Isn't it wonderful Caba? So many new friends of all different kinds, stopping by our home to celebrate with us the Spirit of Friendship." Her voice carried on the underlying draconic purr as her hand idly yet gently rubs at a blue scaled shoulder, Chiya fondly recalls the moment she was welcomed to the Darksbane Dagons. "What a find that was, and how lucky we were that our rest way along the etheral pathways caught DragonHunter Sorsha's eye. From the parties to the cheers, the chats and all the help and support everyone offers ..... truly the Blessing of the Fae was with us that day."
"Is everyone so friendly and welcoming outside the Glen?" chimes in Shaya'al as she turns from examining the delicate petals of a small snow white flower. The musical tones of her young voice sing a counterpoint to her brother Braendel's contented purring.
A brief look of sadness crosses the elf maiden's face as she looks down and sighs, "Not yet dear one, but my heart holds eternal hope." A cascade of honey colored locks spills over her shoulders and a ray of hope shines from her eyes as she thinks of the team spirit which is the driving force behind Darksbane Dragons and all the other teams. "Those of the Site Fights forge bravely on, each day spreading the Spirit of Friendship in an effort to draw everyone into companionship. Each cheer or party helps that much more, and we must all do our part to ensure that the heart behind each effort goes on down the generations. Perhaps one day, everyone will look upon their neighbor with tolerance and an open mind..... will learn to see the beauty of the world and appreciate the unique mix of differences that makes living such a joyful adventure."
"Mmmmm... adventure .... fun ..... treasure and scavenger hunts..." The words weren't clear as they mixed with deep snores, but Braendel's state certainly was as he drifted off into dreams of some of the activities he'd seen at the Site Fights. With hushed laughter Chiyath sprang to her feet and gave the slumbering blue a loving pat before heading back towards the caves.
"Come along you two, I think it's time for us to lay our heads to rest. We all have a lot of work ahead of us if we're going to re-arrange the Treasure room to have enough space to display all the wonders it contains in the manner they deserve. It would be nice if some of those who so kindly left gifts behind could see them when they come back again."
"Do you really think they'll come back?" The thought of seeing old friends and new made Shaya's voice sing with joy as she fell in beside her adopted mother.
"I'm sure they will dear one, just as we'll go see them. And we'll have more tales to share under the moon's soulful light." Her step light and her faith in the future rejuvinated, the elf smiled to herself as she headed to her well earned sleep accompanied by two of the four companions who shared her heart, her hearth and her life.
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