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[The ever-cloaked dragon mage finds himself in the garden after last night's impressive rainstorm. He reaches out to inspect a new sapling with pale, gentle hands. It perks up a bit when he touches it, but that's probably a trick of the light and definitely not some obscure dragon magic.]
So there is new life in this world.
[He doesn't seem to mind the ten or so soot sprites that pop out of the shadows of his sleeves, dance across his shoulders, and dart back into his cloak. He's letting them hitch a ride because he accidentally inhaled one upon waking up the other day. Soot sprites + giant dragon form = not fun. He managed to cough it back up, but it was not very attractive.
Care to bother the pale, way-too-skinny elfthing?]
So there is new life in this world.
[He doesn't seem to mind the ten or so soot sprites that pop out of the shadows of his sleeves, dance across his shoulders, and dart back into his cloak. He's letting them hitch a ride because he accidentally inhaled one upon waking up the other day. Soot sprites + giant dragon form = not fun. He managed to cough it back up, but it was not very attractive.
Care to bother the pale, way-too-skinny elfthing?]