Dragons in the Vale, necessary for true balance. Their inherent magic, dormant at a quick glance.
But this is merely a misunderstanding; powers are used in moments of need notwithstanding. Valefolk can be overt and garish, when sorcery is used to solve problems. But the first known quintessence dragon quelled a 500-year storm in perform and fantastic fashion:
The storm brought wicked winds, torrential rain, hellacious hail, and violent lightning. It caused chaos and panic amongst the witches and wizards. The Vale was fraught with disaster... until a quintessence dragon descended from the sky, with wings fully spread in total glory.
It saw fires sparked by lightning strikes and unleashed water breath magic to extinguish the rampant flames. It saw magicfolk slipping into floods and roared with earth magic to raise the ground underneath the afflicted. Using the power of plant magic, the quintessence dragon conjured a path of leaves for Valers to follow to safety. Once they were all gathered in a single safe zone, the dragon shouted louder than any living creature ever had. Metal sheets emerged from the ground and surrounded the Valefolk to protect them from fierce winds. Then, with a final touch, the quintessence dragon spat a tiny fireball down to ignite a campfire. The witches and wizards kept warm and protected while the storm passed.
This is why quintessence dragons are so revered and pampered; not just as repayment for the Vale's survival, but to keep them close for the next tempest... should one arrive.
