Fernfrost watched as the first few people Impressed, paying more attention to the distressed clouded silver than anything else. That is, until he realized someone was calling his name. He turned to look at his friend Dune, then realized the voice was in his head.
Fernfrost! I'm down here, the voice called. He looked down at the flame colored hatchling at his side. I'm Nyrayeth, and I need to think of a shorter name for you. That is too long!
The elf laughed, then nodded. "Alright, but how about we find you some food first? Can't have you going hungry our first day together." His hatchling was about to drag him from the sands, when his friend Dune was abruptly knocked into the sand almost directly in the fire's path. He watched him struggle with the panicked hatchling for a moment, before he got him to calm. Then Fernfrost helped him to his feet, and they walked to the kitchens.

From the FGPC

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