In the growing dark of approaching twilight, the High Priestess of The Sacred Flame steps out onto the balcony of the temple. Below her waves crash softly and braziers along the border of the temple blaze to life of their own accord. A salty wind kicks up and causes the flames to gutter and wave with a life almost of their own. Now is the time. As the sun begins it's decent into the West, but before it dips below the horizon of the sea completely, the Priestess begins her incantation. Her Order has waited centuries for this one day, when the new broods test their wings over the sea. Only one in the whole of the dragon colony beyond the waves will answer her call. And that dragon will be given a place of honour and reverence, not only at the temple, but in the village and towns below. She sings to them in their own, ancient, language. It is not until the last rays gutter from the solar disk and sink below sight on the horizon, is her song answered by a young male dragon. He circles the Temple several times, calling back to the Priestess before dropping to eye her directly. In that moment their bond is sealed. Only another from her bloodline will be permitted to sing in the tongue of the ancients. Only her kin will the dragons ever answer. Only she may summon them. ~~~~ Victoria 4.2 -- DAZ (DAZ) Resplendent Tresses Hair -- Propschick (DAZ) PD Esmee (character mats and morphs) -- P3Design (RMP) The Princess (costume) -- Powerage (RMP) Millennium Sub Dragon -- Sarsa, Digiport, DAZ Productions (DAZ) DM's Dragon Port (base poses and props) -- DM Productions (DAZ) Pose adjustments, lighting and postwork -- Me (c) 201 Twilight Productions