C of the U: Isn't Benkoshimasut the Japanese word for study? Anyway, she stared into the dragon (no longer a child)'s enormous eyes. She was older now - a whole year older, and though in elf time that is next to nothing, still it felt like an eternity of waiting. Now, however, the dragon was ready. It was about the size of a large cat, she mused, but then returned to her original train of thought. Hmm...Again she looked into the dragon's eyes, but this time, she clutched the Moonstone, and whispered the 7 magic words of power. The eyes of the dragon lit up, and then it said, in a deep, husky voice (Italicized) A lesser elf already have you met/ For your power he gambled, and lost his bet/Another, a girl of youth and naiive/Who through stories the truth can shift and out cieve/And there's also a old woman who remembers it all/ She's spoken to you, last Midwinter's call. She stared at the dragon and thought for a moment. Then, she slapped her head. Of course! Only an elf could have harmed her like that man did! Stupid. However, at least she thought she had some way of finding the first fellow survivor.