Doragon looks at her, â€œOh no where in particular.â€ He says as they continue to walk around the village. â€œI just really wanted to bring you here so you can see how the rest of my people live.â€ He says. The village sort of looked like that of one you would fine in Africa. Then an older looking woman walks up to them, she had a walking stick, which had dragons carved in it and incrusted with jewels. Many villagers were following after her. She had a piece of cloth wrapped around her head and shoulders and on her head was what looked like a small head dress. She too looked human, unlike the villagers. Doragon then gives her a hug and she kisses his forehead. â€œTalia this is my actual Grandmother, she is the matriarch of this village.â€ He says. â€œGrandmother this is my wife to be Talia.â€ He says. His grandmother looks over at Talia and gives her a hug. â€œShe had the choice to stay in the palace but chose to live among the villagers instead.â€ He adds. Then his grandmother looks at the villagers. â€œTonight we have a huge celebration and feast.â€ She says. The villagers began to cheer and holler. â€œGrandma, you donâ€™t have to.â€ He says. â€œWell I havenâ€™t seen you since you were a young boy and this is good news, itâ€™s worth celebrating Dory.â€ She says as she kisses him again. Dory was the name she had called him since he was a baby. He just rolls his eyes and blushes, he hated when his grandmother said his nickname in front of others.<br/><br/>Nightfall soon came, and villagers started to play tribal music and began to dance as well. Many dressed in masks and costumes that were shaped like dragons. In the center of the village was a huge fire and a very large animal was roasting on it. Other things were being prepared as well, since Doragon had said something about Taliaâ€™s eating habits. Fish was even being served as well. The villagers dragons were also celebrating as well, dancing and feasting just like their masters.