Puff sat on the cliff top with his friend Myra. They had been together since they were hatchlings. They were brought to Ogham-Duir as hatchlings from the Old World to preserve their kind.

Now they were both old dragons and Myra was ill. She had a bone condition that plagued the dragons and was debilitating. She never left the Sanctuary anymore. Myra’s guardian had died long ago and she was never given another.

Visits from Puff were all she had now. They sat and watched the sunset through the archway that faced the land they came from in quiet companionship.