When he was a kid, I think around eight, he used to play out here and pretend he was fighting monsters. Tayledras do that as adults, when they have to. This area was cleared, though. There shouldn't have been anything here.

[Need comes to the deerskin flap that serves the lair as a door and looks out. The ruins, with their half-melted black obelisks standing or fallen and with scrubby weeds sprouting in the thin layer of soil, could certainly support that kind of play.]

But one time something that wasn't a bird was watching from the sky and landed to wait for him. He turned a corner and saw a 'monster', close enough to touch, with claws longer than his fingers and a head about...

[Narrowing her eyes, Need looks at the wall and raises her arm. She has to stretch it up to tap a section.]

About so high. And since Treyvan is a mischevious sort he told the kid "Grr."