An adorable little fae-dragon is quite the trickster. Imagine how much fun it is to drop glowing little rainbow scales down the back of people's shirts and be able to flit away and giggle. -- Anon Guest
Nanogh, otherwise known as the Plane of Magic, is home to many strange creatures. Sometimes, it takes things literally. Like dragonflies. Or rather, Fly-Dragons. In the primary mortal plane, intelligent Dragonkind gets no smaller than Kobolds. The smallest of Dragonkind in the mortal plane is the Microdragon, a Dragon the size and demeanor of a housecat.
In Nanogh, the smallest Dragon is the Fly-Dragon. An incongruously intelligent Dragon measuring no longer than the length of an adult human hand from the base of the palm to the tip of their longest finger[1]. Natural philosophers have determined two things: they are the results of convergent evolution, and they are bloody annoying.
Naturalist Wisdom Tavon sighed as they doffed their shirt to shake out the tiny scales from therein. They tuned out the giggling from the surrounding foliage[2]. There was already a sizable amount of the stuff in their sample containers. It had long since passed from fascination to annoyance.
There was also now enough of it to gift out to various people who might be interested. Including the novelty joke people.
The tiniest and prettiest of the Fly-Dragons immediately wormed his way around Wisdom's neck, cooing, "Why do you bother, we just do it again." As if to prove his point, he started shedding tiny, colourful dragon scales down Wisdom's collar. Where they started to itch.
Wisdom sighed and actually manage to snatch the tiny Dragon up in one hand. Much though they were loath to be hostile whilst visiting Nanogh, it was tempting to menace the little creature.
"Why?" they asked. "You must be bored of this trick by now."
"It's just a joke," said the little rainbow creature. "It's funny."
"Not to everyone," growled Wisdom.
"Take a joke, why not?" retorted the world's tiniest Dragon. "Learn to laugh!"
"I think I might bite off your head," said Wisdom, employing their natural-born Hellkin menace on the creature. "How do those scales taste? How does your blood taste?"
"No! No you wouldn't!"
"It's just a joke," said Wisdom, letting him go. "Learn to laugh."
They finally understood.
[1] About 18-20 cm or 7-8 inches.
[2] In a realm like Nanogh, it's just safer to refer to it as 'foliage'.
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