Zaqual, grooming finished, shot up into the sky, hight above Shal'diav, before he flew away he left a present. A blue feather floated gently to the ground, and lightly landed on the sand.<br/><br/>Varrgo, now uninterested in the black chameleon dragon, turned to the watery dragon that was examining him. He barrelled over and peered at her. " Hi friend! " He wagged his tail, knocking over a bit of driftwood.<br/>" Dragon want to be Varrgo's friend? Pleeease? "