If you've read the Chieftess's say, you know a bit about how we, the elves of Peacock Mountain, were tied to this place, and not the one we fell from so long ago. That is the story told round the fire, just as it has been for generations, without much change over the turns. What has been left out, is the fact that the Black dragons still watch over us and tie us more and more strongly to this earth we live off of. Their blood does not weaken with time.

The dragons were once all one race, but for reasons elves will never be told, there was a split. The only two races remaining near Peacock Mountain are, of course, the Black and the Red. This is as it has been since elf first fell to Abode. The Reds are not to be tangled with, a race who lives to cause pain, or so it seems to us, since that is all they have ever given us. The Black dragons were our salvation, giving us their blood, so well adapted to the land, that we might survive with it.

They consider themselves protectors of the earth, and it's creatures. Their blood is what allows some of us to see the spirit in everything, the life in everything from a deer to a tree as just as worthwhile as ours. While we use this things to aid us in living, as the dragons do, we do not do it blindly, ravaging what we have been given. Whether they believe a deer has a spirit or not, no elf here will fell one without silently thanking it for giving up its life for us. Truly, the deer was not asked, but that is part of the Circle, the way of life.

The Circle is another simple concept, passed on through our blood whether we know it or not. Many of us do not choose to eat the flesh of any animal, but we make up for it by working in the garden, giving lessons, making weapons, and any giving any number of gifts and talents we have to the rest of the tribe. We share what we have with one another, it would not occur to any to do it otherwise. And it all comes back around. It draws us closer to one another. The relationship we have with the earth we live off is much the same. We take from it, and when we die, our bodies go back to it. And we are drawn closer to it in the process, turn by turn, generation by generation, our ties to it deepen, as our ties to one another deepen with age.

While the Black dragons have affairs of their own, they have always been in touch with the tribe, whether the majority of those living here know it or not. Sleepflower, my younger daughter, has the ability to sit in on what she, and her mother Stillsong before her, call "the council." It is a meeting of dragons. Both wife and daughter have informed me on many occasions that Spring fest, the festival of fertility and fire, is celebrated by the dragons, if in a more somber fashion, in similar recognition of their own bonds to the earth. The dragons also have a sort of Coming of Age… but I cannot imagine what that would be like. I suppose you'd have to try and pry it out of Sleepflower.

Later, perhaps, I will add more here, but this should suffice for now to answer any immediate questions. Let me know if you have more, and I will try to answer them. I am no sage, no matter what anyone says, I simply see everything I look at.