<strong>Name:</strong>Vainrence the Shadow<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Xynoqsezoia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Coastline, first far above, then landing<br/><br/>Vainrence was soaring high above the coast line of the twisting, verdant jungles of the continent of Kayzorian, simply enjoying the heated updrafts as they lifted him higher and higher.  As he flew, the Amethyst's eyes casually scanned the surrounding blue and the earth far below.  He was not high enough to be out of sight for one of his kin as it were, although it might take a more concerted effort to look up this high, and thus he doubted many, if any, would bother.   It was not that Vain actively sought to avoid other dragons, quite the opposite really, it was simply that he tended not to relate well with others of his kind and seemed destined to do or say the wrong thing.<em>Complicated creatures, us dragons.</em>Vain thought to himself with the draconic version of a grin, a particularly wry one as he did think himself overly complicated at all.<br/><br/>Spiralling lower, Vain spotted movement in the water and along the beach below, and as with many young dragons curiosity got the better of him.  Gliding, rather languidly if he was forced to admit it, towards the beach, Vain's keen eyes spotted dragon after dragon, noting their coloring and sex as best he could as he flew lower and lower, trying to put forms to names and such.  It was a bit of a wake up call for the Amethyst, as he realized he was a bit removed from his kin as it were, since he could hardly recognize any at this height at least.<em>An unacceptable turn of events, surely!</em>He again thought to himself, even that a revelation as he noted most of his thinking was thus.  To himself.  Such things could not be allowed to continue, for even with his fascination with the other, lesser races, one could not lose their connection to kin or one sort or another.<br/><br/>Making a low pass over the water just shy of the warm sands, Vainrence spotted a fellow Amethyst, a female, and decided that a fellow color was as good a place to start as any.    Turning back and landing with a bit of a sliding thump, sand was a devil to land in, Vain drew himself to a stop and not coincidentally to his full height with a few firm flaps of his wings.<em>"Greetings!"</em>He said, or thought really, in a pleasant tone at the resting form of Xynoqsezoia, not even thinking that he might be disturbing or interrupting the female.<em>"I am Vainrence.  Vain for short, and for a slightly apt description.  Have we met, and my memory fails me?"</em><br/><br/>