You find Tia’Malcara right where you expect the Emissary of Dragons to be, perched atop the cliffs overlooking the central courtyard of the small island she calls home. Her eyes are closed, but a slight twitch of her multicolored pinions tells you she’s very aware of your presence.
“Ah, welcome.” She greets with a nod of her head. “I sense you have questions?”
You nod, and show her the image of an Air Dragon with vibrant cerulean feathers, glittering with gold that forms intricate maze-like patterns, embellished with open eye motifs. Its golden crest and tail feathers are most dazzling.
“What's this..? A picture of Ti’crael the All Seeing..? No.. That’s..” She squints at the picture, quite surprised.
Your expression asks her to elaborate, and she quickly collects herself, waving a taloned paw in apology. “Forgive me. I just hadn’t expected to see a Chosen again.”
A Chosen, you say. What's that?
“My it must’ve been.. Quite a long time ago, The dates have long eluded me. But we Dragons, being the proud and .. dare I say ‘ostentatious’ creatures that we are, have a fascination with showmanship, you see. Though I suppose that’s not unlike your singers and pop stars and influencers. Chosen were Dragons whose reputations grew to great heights. Their names became commonplace and like that, legends were born. Some were accomplished scholars, while others artists, minstrals, or gladiators, known across the land for their excellence.”
You wonder what Ti’crael was known for. With a name like ‘The All Seeing’, you assume it must be something special. She nods and assures you she’s getting there.
She pauses. You wonder if it’d opened an old wound. She assures you that it's fine.
“No harm done, friend! Just.. I miss him dearly. Ti’crael was a brilliant Drake. His insight into the future helped lead the way for peace amongst our kind and yours and his knack for making perfect sense of even the most confounding puzzles was unmatched. He was loved for his kindness and understanding and to show their love, his supporters gifted him gold and finery, which he wore to honor their support. Where did you get this picture, by the by?”
You explain that someone had hatched it quite recently. She nods, understanding the meaning.
“I see. It only makes sense.”
Wait it does? You silently urge her to clarify.
“Of course! The Chosen were revered and loved, you see! Their influence was enough to move mountains, sometimes quite literally. It only makes sense that their existence would’ve left an imprint on the magic that flows through this world. And if you’ll recall…”
You remember her lesson all those months prior. When the Dragons vanished as magic faded, much of their history went with it–and now that magic has returned to the world, there’s no telling what kinds of things might emerge, new and old as Dragons flourish.
You thank her for her time, and she smiles. There’s a glimmer in her eye. She must be remembering something fond as the corners of her mouth curl into a smile.
“Well then.. who knows what the future holds now! Perhaps your kind might make legends of their own, and Chosen amongst you might yet emerge.”
She nods sagely, giving a salute with a great wing. “Til next time, friend.”
Wow! New Dragon Surprises are everywhere! You have a chance to get a Chosen Dragon anytime you breed any 2 Dragons together! Chosen Dragons DO NOT pass their Skin or Other Pigments however they can pass their EYE!! Make it a Mystical Day!