[b]"The Star Flower should life again. It's not a star, but I doubt that it makes much difference to the world down below, Orabil." He sighs "Okay, listen, I respect you all as equals or near so, far more than dragons are capable of doing to their own. I love them better, for they are my children. I love them and shall always see them as my sons and daughters, now, if you people are sincere, I will respect your wishes. My gaze will be on all the people on the world." He sighs. . . and a gout of flame bursts forth unexpectedly from his nostrils. "Please, listen dearly to me, anything as great and powerful than the Dragon's will for his Brood to thrive undisturbed is extremely dear and precious. Do not make it fragile, or when I die in my ravenous hunger to sate my mourning for the children, the very Stars themselves may cease to shine. So shall the Moon cease, and there will be no escaping everyone's doom."[/b]

"Feel free to receive me at your leisure, yet I go now unto the Stars".