Without discussion the patrol began to scour the undergrowth looking for some explanation of what had taken place here. Finally Lennox called that he had found something. The others quickly joined him, all grimly curious to see what he had discovered. He indicated to the crook of a branch and there sprawled with its eyes closed and its forked tongue hanging from its mouth was a tiny dragon. It was no bigger than the faeries themselves.
"Dragonspawn." Finn grimly said. "There will be many. It is said they fly in great flocks. If there are dragonspawn in the skies the faeries are doomed." His countenance was more morose than it had ever been.
Arthur the tugawhump as translated by Mad Maisey Mayhem..."The dragons come in three different
types. To look at them you would think them different species but they are in fact just at different
ages and stages of one kind. The dragonspawn we have already encountered are hatchlings, they
fly in great flocks and sweep and turn in great ribbons in the sky. One moment black the
next red as they show first their backs and then their underbellies. They are fast and nimble, this
being how they can so easily out-manoeuvre the faeries, that and their sheer numbers."- Battle For Arohanui -
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