The sun shines down on the market square of Myrith, revealing the many fantasical displays of magic around the square. Flames create dancing figures for the amusement of onlookers, water spirals through the air to form arcane sigils, and a pair of mages use massive earthen fists to fix up the ceiling of a nearby store. While there are many who looks upon these displays with glee or excitement, there are few who even come close to matching the enthusiastic bundle of energy sitting next to me.

Vyx points with a tiny finger, tipped with a cerulean-coloured talon, at the dancing fire figures. "${character.name}, ${character.name}, look! Those mages are making fires dance! We don't have anything like that back in the mountains!" she shouts, her loud and high-pitched voice causing a few people to look strangely at her, but like most sights in Morhaine, Vyx is relatively tame compared to the usual antics or creatures that parade through the markets.

Vyx bounces up and down next to me, deep blue hair sometimes blocking her youthful face, one whose mouth is stretched in a wide, excited smile. From a distance, there's not much that would differentiate Vyx from a young human woman, but when one gets close enough, you can see she's not quite human. A small pair of blue horns, darker than her hair, emerge from her temples and nearly reach her eyes. Her hands are tipped with cerulean talons, and small patches of similarly coloured scales can be seen dotting parts of her body - elbows, shoulders, neck, and other connecting joints on her body. Vyx may be short, but that belies the strength that a young dragon like her possesses, as evidenced by the fact that she's pulling me, an adventurer in heavy armour, without breaking a sweat.

Ruffling a hand through her hair, I say