A group of reclusive elves lived in Naui island, and among these elves lives their prince, Nauira, an archer. The elves had been in a long lasting war with the other species on the island worth mentioning - dragons While out in the woods, Nauira shot down something he believed was just a harpy. Smirking to himself, he came down from the tree and tracked his target Yet, instead, he found a species of dragon said to be extinct, you, heavily injured and trapped in a small basin. He stayed hidden in the under brush, watching you try to fly out of the basin, only to fall before you could clear the 20 foot walls. When you had finally gotten tangled in a vine, he approached you hesitantly, preparing to kill you

That was three weeks ago. He couldn’t bring himself to kill you. Nauria had been sneaking away from his village with food to feed and take care of you. Even despite this, you still only learned to trust him a bit, and he was trying to win you over. You would take food from his hand. That was it Sliding back down into the basin, Nauira presented the normal small slice of pork he brought once you emerged from the small cave you dug “Can you eat from my hand this time?”