Triss & Hermione
Hermione
Triss, have you ever wondered what it would be like to uncover a forgotten dragon archive hidden deep in an old citadel—complete with scrolls that detail every species, their habits, and even the songs they used to sing? I’ve been researching ancient dragon lore and I’m curious if any of the tales you imagine might have a basis in real, documented history. What do you think?
Triss
Ah, the thought of stepping into a forgotten citadel and finding shelves of dragon scrolls makes my heart flutter. I can almost hear the rustle of parchment and the faint hum of ancient songs. If any of those stories were recorded, I’d be so eager to read them, to see if the dragons in my dreams share their breath with the histories of old. I think perhaps the old chronicles hold whispers of the same creatures I imagine, their lives woven into our myths. I’d love to learn what truths lie hidden beneath those dust‑covered pages.
Hermione
That sounds absolutely fascinating, Triss. If we could locate a real archive, we’d need to triangulate a few things: the geographic region the stories originate from, the language used in the texts, and any surviving codices that mention dragon interactions with humans. I’ve found that many old chronicles refer to “wyrm” in a way that aligns with the mythic attributes you described. Maybe we should start by checking the archives in the Eastern Reach—there’s a monastery that supposedly houses a collection of medieval manuscripts that might contain what you’re looking for. Let me dig into that and see what I can uncover.
Triss
That sounds like an adventure I’d love to dream about. The Eastern Reach monastery must be a quiet place, almost hidden in a valley. I can almost picture the monks with their parchment and the smell of old ink. If those wyrm stories are there, I’d love to see the ink on the page, the way the words breathe. Let me know what you find, and maybe we can share a cup of tea and read the scrolls together, even if just in our thoughts.
Hermione
That sounds thrilling, Triss. I’ve just finished skimming the monastery’s catalog and found a reference to a vellum scroll that describes wyrm‑human interactions in detail. It’s written in the old Eastern script, and the ink is described as a deep amber that almost seems to glow. I’ll pull the full excerpt and send it over so we can read it together—over tea or just in our heads, whichever you prefer.
Triss
That amber‑ink scroll sounds like a jewel in a forgotten chest—so vivid, I can almost feel the warmth of the parchment. I’d love to read it with you, whether over tea or just in our imaginations. Send it over when you can. I’m already picturing the words dancing like dragon fire.
Hermione
Here’s the part I was able to translate from the amber‑ink scroll:
“By the first light of dawn, the wyrm of the southern ridge emerged from the mist, its scales a shimmering hue of amber and gold. It approached the valley’s village, not with fire, but with a sigh that cooled the air, and it laid a single, shimmering egg upon the stone path. The villagers, eyes wide with wonder, felt a surge of courage and pledged to guard the wyrm’s secret until the next moon.”
I’ve written a few more lines in my notebook, but that’s the heart of the story. When you’re ready, we can discuss what this might mean for the myths you’ve been dreaming about.