For those of you who are unaware, time literally flies for Dragons. We have clocks with wings and watches that are programmed to dive bomb your head when you are late or it is time to get up. This is why there is no Dragon phrase that is at all similar to the Human one of "Time flies when you're having fun."
Anywho, this is me, Oisa, finally settling down to write a little more about what has happened since I began telling you of some important features in my life. (Mostly because one of my lovely friends mentions that I should each time I talk to her lately)
First of all, my dear friend Ytora has found her own suite of caves north-east of me; a flight that takes about sixty talons (a measure of time) if the rest of the fliers have their wits about them. My parents miss her fun ways and pixie like good humor. I miss the impromptu dance parties.
My mom and I no longer watch over little Inaarit and Delorvor. I guess most of the previous information I gave you is now null and void!
I promise to let you even deeper into the world of a Dragon very soon, but Dragons like to peel back the layers one scale at a time.
