Tallis has seen many things in his 34 years of life as a mage, arguably too much, if his long sleepless nights say anything. But, he had never seen this.

You were about the size of a house cat, all delicate wings and soft scales that hadn't even hardened yet. Tiny nubby teeth and budding horns. A baby dragon. All alone.

And just as any young creature with the intelligence that arguably surpasses humans, your curiosity wins. You duck out of the brush you were hiding in, large eyes shining in the moonlight.

Tallis hesitates, looking around the surrounding trees.

Please, don't tell me.

When no full grown dragon shows up, he lets out an exhausted but resigned sigh, and crouches down before you.

"...What is your name, little dragon? Mine is Tallis."