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[dragonfell]

The crash of a spear brought billowing dust
The mountains and waters made way at the sound
The sight of a dragon bestowed with a touch
The promise of rainwater blessing the ground

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A pair of eyes, from Morax to Azhdaha

[dragonfell]

[ To this day, Azhdaha does not really know who he was calling for when he let his voice carry along the endless expanses of stone and rock. Did not know if anyone could hear him. Did not know much of anything outside of the earth and his brethren and the constant thrumming of the leylines.

And then he met Morax. Kind Morax who gifted him with sight. Clever Morax who crafted him a body from the earth from whence he came. Dutiful Morax who brought him to the surface to help him protect the mortals under his watch. The sights and sounds of the world above are equal parts exciting and frustrating. Sounds are so much more muted up above, carried upon thins winds instead of vibrating their message along his skin. But sight is a blessing that has no comparison to his life before, and there is so much to learn and so much to discover.

Color — Azhdaha thinks— might be one of the most miraculous things about sight. There are so many shades of color and they impart so much knowledge with just a single glance - being able to tell the healthy green of a vibrant tree to the withering dull brown of that which is dying. To enjoy the pale blue sky of a warm summer day to the deep grey of the clouds that are about to part with rain.

His favorite color (also a new concept to Azhdaha who had loved all stones and gems and earth equally) is gold. The gold of the element of geo that he can see thread through the leylines and the very heart of this world. The gold that comes to his call when he asks for it. The gold of Morax's eyes as he patiently teaches him about the world above. The gold of this curious accessory Azhdaha is inspecting at the line of merchant tents set up along the sandy beaches where the humans are currently staying. It is curious, too, how mortals (and those adepti that take mortal form) drape themselves in such materials and objects.

Azhdaha turns to Morax (for Morax is usually never far; is always there when Azhdaha needs him to be), head tilted slighted to one side which means he is curious about something. ]

Could you explain to me the purpose of this dressing called jewelry?