I was a young elf-girl named Lysanne living in a flower-meadow between high mountains.
Hot fountains were warming up the vale, and it was a pleasure dancing through the fogs and
playing hide-and-seek with my sisters and brothers in cold months, as some Yeti-children were
often coming down to us too.
My father found this place in his youth to be a fertile soil for orchids and lilys. After travelling through the world and finding my mother he settled down with her in this dale.
Sometimes we made a journey down to the big valley celebrating and bartering with our beautiful flowers - they were high rated. I always enjoyed the jugglers, actors and dancers, the musicians, poets and story-tellers, the wizards, conjurors and warriors. At big festivals I could even see dragons, trolls, birdmen, shape-changers or spiritual light-balls.
Often we got visits at home, mostly they were elves; dvergars were always very loud drinking much. Most of them I liked an old sorceress living near us - she always had exciting stories for us.
One day we were told that Kira, the elvenqueen of the northern woods, had died; she was the sister of my great great gandma.
It was tradition that the great ceremony was one year after the death, so that all had the possibility to come resigning. At the time we also made the travel to her home getting a place in the inner circle as we were related by blood.
Elves don't see such a tragedy in decease like other races, it is only the door to an other world. Dragons are binded to one person, and often they follow into death.
I saw the big silverdragon at Kira's tomb and heard, that he was very old (dragons become much older than elves although we are living very long), and he had had an elven-warrior before Kira. Since a whole year he stayed at her grave with closed eyes now.
I also layed down my flowers, some beautiful orchids, like all the others, and then looked at the dragon to see him from near. In this moment he opened his eyes, and a wave like fire was fluting through my head. I was shocked and not able to do anything but looking into his eyes. Then a voice was formed in my own head saying "come", and it was something like an image. Nearly automatically I went to him and climbed on his body.
After I sat in a tattered saddle the dragon raised and made a little flight over the trees of elven-city with me. I can't say, what I was feeling, because all words are not able to describe it.
Afterwards I got to knowledge that dragons are communicating in a telepathic way with the person they are related to; and it's their decision, who the elected one is, or if actually anyone is chozen. They follow an old instinct and have the ability to scan a person's mind.
It wasn't the only happening that day; I also was honoured by all the present elves, because such an event occurs perhaps once in hundred years.
This was my first meeting with my silverdragon Tyrsatar, and it was one of the most beautiful days in my life.