Cynfor

Note from Mother

What a funny little dragon you have certainly turned out to be. I never did see such a thing when you wandered into the den with truly architectural models you'd constructed yourself from sticks and mud. We are a humble clan, living from the Earth, but this environment among trees and flowers does not suit you. I can see you long for more. You are an industrious little thing, constantly looking for new materials to create whatever inventions or structures your mind has dreamed up. Rocks, bones, leaves, all of it has been your toolbox that you made to satisfy your needs. Wherever you go, I hope this creativity never, ever burns out. I can see it in your eyes when you focus so intensely that whatever it is you see in your head could be truly magnificent given the proper resources. You'll find the perfect place where you can achieve these aspirations, and I can not wait to see what happens when you do.