I was told I can fly now, and I was heading toward my lesson before I was taken here. A shame, I was ready to explore the world.

[ Aurican is not very pleased at being taken way before that vital lesson. He was finally leaving the grotto, to learn the world outside.

Just thinking of home makes Aurican remember the tales of his mother and her sisters, and he digs his claws into the floor, scratching it nervously. He remembers the tales of Furyion, the dragon of the red scales, and of his downfall . . . and the resulting death of his mother. ]

Speaking of which, what was the world you came from? If you pardon the sudden question?