Marn stood in her favorite woods, thinking about all the news of the Varden.
There'd been so many rumors. She kept thinking as a thick fog rolled in. Many would
have left to escape the thick fog. But Marn found it comforting. She walked to her
Favorite dreaming place. Lying against ancient tree roots was a white rock. It was
polished to perfection, laced with silver and lying among leaves of Tarragon. She gently
reached out a cautious hand to touch it. Frozen fire raced up her arm like a winter wind.
She fell into the fog. As she did she heard a voice at the edges of her mind. "Hello."
She woke up and looked around. Lying by her feet was a little lizard looking thing.
She stared at it. At the edges of her mind she heard the hello again. The little creature at
her feet stretched. Little silver wings unfolded from its back. Marn smiled and stretched
out her right arm again. A silver glint on her own hand startled her. "So little one you're
a dragon." The dragon hummed and picked up a leaf of Tarragon in its mouth. Frost
appeared on the saw like edges of the herb. Marn took it in her hand. It was burning cold
and etched with flowers. She smiled, "hello Tarragon." The little white and silver dragon
hummed again. "Hello Marn."