Ode to Ainghaeal

From the Southern Vashners
In a time, now long ago
Awoken from her slumber
Thought deceased, we did not know

Descending like a nestling
With hunger in her eyes
Devouring all within her path
The city folk did cry

Hearing a desperate plea
After the Other was cast beyond
People came in search
Something indeed, was very wrong

Found nestled within the mountains
Like a jewel lost from a ring
Was a wondrous city, so very old
Which became known as CyreneTroubled by a dragon
That many had thought dead
Adventurers came to aid the city
Even those who fled

And so the battle started
Which many came to fight
Not willing to die so easily
The dragon showed her might

As the sun was setting
Knowing her time had come
Ainghaeal was finally slain
The adventurers had won

Leaving behind a gift
Unbeknown to all
When the egg did crack
Many had heard his call

For that dragon was the motherOf our own darling BluSuch a treasure from
destructionAinghaeal we thank you.


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Phaestian, in the year 365 AF.