Broken Antler Fen We cannot alter our fate, but we can rise to meet it.

I think you are exactly right on that!  It felt like just the forest for the Green Grass Dragon to dwell beneath.  There was a weird misty quality to it.  Maybe it was the water, maybe it was just her imagination, but she could totally picture this place being enchanted.  The copse had been pretty, but it had also been a normal forest.  There was something oddly off-kilter about this one as Maia took a closer look around.  The trees weren't as perfect, the ground wasn't as even, and everything kind of added up into the perfect amount of weird.

The fire-breathing kind would be a disaster in any kind of forest anyway, she said, though she didn't dwell on that line of thinking for a lot of reasons.  And I doubt either of us really want to deal with a mountain dragon!  I saw a forest dragon once, I think, with long twisted horns.  One of those perhaps, and one of each of the other to guard the borders.  The swamp beastlock wouldn't take much room and the mermish we can just let prowl around.  She grinned as she pictured a little spiked dragon roaming the borders like a rambunctious pup.  It was adorable!  And really painful probably if annoyed.

No caves yet, though.  She added thoughtfully.  So no endless food, then, it looked like.  Unless there were some they hadn't discovered yet!

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