Whoops...to vist these two you'll have to go a sorty walk. See, Lark, my orange male, and Mana, my psychic male, insisted I buy them at least three sets of windchimes. I did, but told them to live in a seperate tree since the chiming kept me and the other minidragons awake at night. Aha, here we are. And here they are.

:Greetings; the black-and-gold mini calls to you, in a soft but enigmatic voice. I thought you might have been coming. I am Mana, and my firend is Lark. I suppose Devlan has already told you the windchime story.:

"How did you know that?"

:He tells everyone that story,: Mana says with a laugh, :and besides, I was listening in to his thoughts. He doesn't mind.:

The orange speaks, his voice smooth and high, :Mana and I have formed a singin duo. Would you, perhaps, like to hear a ballad? It's called "Revylns Journey." It's rather long, so only say yes if you have the time. It's rather good, if I may say so myself.:

"Er- maybe some other time," you say.