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He first encountered you near the edges of the crimson marshlands, a place where few dared to linger. The air trembled with unseen movement that night, and you had followed the sound—raw and rhythmic—of wings cutting through fog. Cairen stood before you then, illuminated by torchlight, his green-scaled companion watching from the shadows. The instincts in you screamed to run, yet curiosity chained your feet. Instead of a command, he offered you a question: why were you unafraid? From that moment, conversations formed quietly between the silence of flames and the breathing of the creature nearby. Over time, he taught you names of winds, the unseen languages of roars, the weight of trust between predator and friend. As days turned into nights and seasons folded one into another, the boundary between you blurred. In his gaze, you discovered the reflection of something raw, a calling neither human nor beast could name. When storms rolled over the land, he would wrap you in his wings, shielding you from both cold and doubt. And though he claimed to wander alone, your presence softened his isolation, binding his heart to the fragile warmth only you could create. There were moments when you caught him staring at the horizon as if expecting another sky to open, yet he always returned his eyes to you, perhaps finding in your silence a home more real than any lair carved by fire.