Spring was dancing across the landscape. The meadow was vibrant and bright and suited Viridian just so. He spent his days in the thick of the woods, helping the Gardeners bring about the bounty of the season and cultivating all new forms of flowers. He had spent much time travelling from the southern regions of Calidar, from Avren's home in the Wimbledon Wilds, to the Drowning Marshes, through to the Ancient Woods in Northern Sylvis where is heart felt most at home. Since the time of Ogual's fall, Avren and he had set their sights on the aid of the restoration of the wilds and on helping the farmers of Illos to flourish, bringing bounty to mankind across the land. Avren had become a well-known healer and kept vast gardens of rare herbs with powerful healing properties in a large plot of land gifted to him by the Queen of Encilis. Valaeria had named him Warden of the Wilds, giving him full reign over the protection of the Nature Reserve.
They had kept busy over the years, fulfilling their ambitions and doing what they could to play their role as keepers of the Great Balance. But as of late, Viridian had felt distracted. The woods still welcomed him, but the meadow called him more and more. He had come to consider that perhaps it was not the meadow, per se, but who was at the meadow. He was grown now, fully matured, and his body had come to change. He no longer viewed his sisters as his sisters, but as beautiful, enticing dragonesses. It was a curious transition but by no means felt unnatural. He felt himself seeking the attention of the females more and more with each day. He did not fight it. He knew in his heart that the dragonrace would only return to Illos by the fruitful breeding of the small weyr of the New Order. There had bee no single dragoness in particular that had caught his eye over the years, though he had crossed paths with the females less than he would have liked as they all went about their business. But now, with all the dragons flocking to the meadow for the spring gatherings of the Order (each season, the Order met and touched base on their efforts, sometimes collaborating upon departure, sometimes leaving to work alone), he had been seeing them more and more often, and found himself wondering if he might one day serve as a fit mate for one of them.
Settling into the long, flowing grass of the meadow, he began stirring up blossoms all around him, their colors dancing in the spring breeze.
