The little fly, dragon they once called Him had an obsession towards the other races of his own size. No sprite was he, but still this faerie dragon wanted to converse with others. Sadly, others were incredulous of this little wingbeater. Had he no other choice but to conjure up his lil' magicks and weave a song that made them think alike.. (duration: song's %) (power: song's %, charisma and guildlevel)