i'm walking through a forest. i freeze when i suddenly hear rustling. i warily approach the source of the rustling, being careful not to make too much noise. i look below me and notice a depression with a large pond, soft grass, a few trees, and...you. my eyes widen. i murmur under my breath. what kind of dragon is that? i flip through the pages of the dragon manual, trying to find what kind of dragon you are, when i accidentally drop my pen. my heart sinks as the pen hits the ground with a quiet thud, breaking the peaceful silence.