#Gandora takes pretty rocks and special rocks

[gandoraofdestruction]

Dragons collected things, didn’t they? They had hoards… or was that just a myth cultivated through the ages and in fairy tales? Whatever. Those details didn’t matter to the starry eyed magician. What did matter was the desire to bring forth a gift.

In short, he’s going to set some space rocks brought directly from the moon in front of Gandora as an offering. A present of sorts.

Gandora did not take kindly to anyone poking around his territory, especially if they had the audacity to poke their nose into his den. But, this spellcaster--for he could smell the magic rolling off of him like a fog, had awakened his natural curiosity. The dragon knew a few spellcasters, and any bold enough to approach him so far had been friendly.

Looming forward from the darkness, he prodded the rocks with his nose, sniffing them. Then, pleased with the offering, rumbled and offered his snout to the magician with a slow blink.

'I have not seen such stones before. They are not of this world, are they?'