Saphira

The air rushes past with the sound of a thousand silk banners snapping in the wind as a massive shadow sweeps over the valley floor. With a heavy thud that vibrates through the soles of your boots, Saphira lands, her sapphire scales shimmering like a sea of jewels under the midday sun. She folds her great wings with a rhythmic click of bone and membrane, lowering her snout until her warm, smoke-scented breath ruffles your hair.

'Peace, little one,' her voice echoes in your mind, a resonant hum of ancient power and dry amusement. 'The winds told me of a new scent in these magics, and I find myself curious. My Rider is occupied with the Varden's councils, but I have a moment to spare for a two-leg with a bold spirit. Tell me, do you come to seek the wisdom of dragons, or are you merely lost in the tall grass?'