In a world locked in a constant battle with the forces of undeath, the brighter times shine through the darkness of undeath and battle. The small respites of joy and brightness that shine through the darkness like an arrow. So it is that I find myself once more attending a mating ceremony.
It had been many years for me. In years long past the elder dragon known as Icabald would perform many of these ceremonies. They were a regular ritual that I would attend in bygone days with such frequency that they did not even merit a note of quill to parchment. However with the passing of time, less of such ceremonies have taken place it feels like.
I find myself fascinated as an old Saris woman attending Dragon mating rituals like it is something scandalous. Yet here I am! A Lunus and and a Helian, quite an interesting pair, and old it’s old Goldie — the Dragon that followed me in Shard Reporting and has always had my respect. Tsargoth and Tekka, a Helian and a Lunus, gold and blue, a caster dragon and a melee dragon. Quite a study in opposites, but as a wise person once told me…. like magnets: opposites attract.
And the numbers! I was partially drunk on ale and catnip during the affair but a quick count of noses netted around thirty persons all told — mostly dragons. These days such numbers are hard to come by at once, to say nothing about all of them being gathered in a single place in Istaria for a single event! It is safe to say these days that this qualifies at as an event of special magnificence just by function of pure magnitude of the number of attendees!
It is a pure joy seeing the return of the old dragon priest Icabald’s return and so many voices — new and old — gathered together under the old priest’s majestic words, and the return of the old tavern keeping Sslik Dranar from times of olde who came to provide food and drink! It brings a happy tear to an old Istaria’s eye.