[Well, it seems he was correct about her love for stories. He takes a moment, trying to remember how best to tell it then gives a nod and kneels down again.]
It is a very old story passed down through my family, my father would tell it to my brother and me when we were children. It is said that long ago, when man had only taken their first steps into the world and even the Gods were young, the world was ruled by two great dragon brothers. The Dragon of the South Wind and the Dragon of the North Wind, and that together they upheld balance and harmony in the Heavens.
[He reached forward, drawing a rudimentary image in the sand of two serpentine creatures moving together in a circle.]
But... the two brothers began to argue over who best could watch over the world. [He moves on from his first picture, drawing the two creatures locked together in combat.] Their quarrel soon turned to rage and their struggle blackened the skies. Until the Dragon of the South Wind struck down his brother, who fell to the Earth and shattered the land.
[A third picture them. Of only one great dragon coiled around itself, alone in the skies.]
The Dragon of the South Wind had triumphed... but... as time passed and he realized his solitude, the taste of victory turned to ash on his tongue. For years, the Dragon's grief cast the world into discord and he knew only bitterness and sorrow....
[His voice goes low and he adds to his third drawing, creating the shape of a broken landscape beneath the dragon and letting it hang for a moment before carrying on....]
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It is a very old story passed down through my family, my father would tell it to my brother and me when we were children. It is said that long ago, when man had only taken their first steps into the world and even the Gods were young, the world was ruled by two great dragon brothers. The Dragon of the South Wind and the Dragon of the North Wind, and that together they upheld balance and harmony in the Heavens.
[He reached forward, drawing a rudimentary image in the sand of two serpentine creatures moving together in a circle.]
But... the two brothers began to argue over who best could watch over the world. [He moves on from his first picture, drawing the two creatures locked together in combat.] Their quarrel soon turned to rage and their struggle blackened the skies. Until the Dragon of the South Wind struck down his brother, who fell to the Earth and shattered the land.
[A third picture them. Of only one great dragon coiled around itself, alone in the skies.]
The Dragon of the South Wind had triumphed... but... as time passed and he realized his solitude, the taste of victory turned to ash on his tongue. For years, the Dragon's grief cast the world into discord and he knew only bitterness and sorrow....
[His voice goes low and he adds to his third drawing, creating the shape of a broken landscape beneath the dragon and letting it hang for a moment before carrying on....]