The lone elf sorcerer sat on a tree in the Lost Woods, her feet dangling over the edge of the strong tree limb. The baby shadow dragon, Dre'dreymori, climbed up to the branch with her, even now his weight and size increasing rapidly day by day it seemed to her. He wouldn't have accepted any other spell caster as a master, but considering she had lived in his home city, Black Scale Hold, he saw her as one of his own race, halfly so. It wasn't normal even then, for a dragon to actually like a humanoid, but the wrymling has somewhat taken a liking to the elven female. They looked off into the distance, watching the human children gathering berries and other natural foods peacfully. The dragon reflexively frowned, not out of hate or dislike, but from the simple upbringing, however short it may have been, he had in the UnderDark.