Four dragons shuffled about in front of a twisted spire of rock, glancing awkwardly at each other.  They weren’t all strangers.  Zenaida and Reverence knew each other from egg transporting that spring.  Quill and Prometheus were childhood friends.  Still, none of them really knew how to approach each other, given that the thread that linked them, Terranon, still wasn’t here yet.  Zenaida lifted a claw to wave to Quill, who nodded back.  Prometheus watc...