Lealista Clan: Candle's Den

The dragon you've met today is an odd one. His left eye is permanently stuck looking forward and he has tried to light you on fire on three different occasions. Now he's inviting you to his den. Is he going to try and burn you again? Or maybe he's going to dip you in a pit of lava! Well, that second one is unlikely considering that this is the Plague Flight and not the Fire one. But you could bet money on this dragon secretly worshiping the Flamecaller. Either way, you are not excited to see what this dragon has in store for you. You walk quietly down the halls of the hollowed out church and soon a warm, sweet smell reaches your nose. Your lungs burn and you cough a little bit. It's not very often you come across smells like this, but it's certain that somebody has at least a hundred candles nearby. And all of them are burning at once. Lovely. Still, you can't be rude, and hold your breath as you continue onwards. The smell becomes overwhelming within the next few seconds, however, and you're not sure you can continue without collapsing before a wooden door at the end of the hallway opens with a blast. Smoke comes billowing out like water being poured all over the floor, and then slowly rises as a collective cloud. The dragon that had flung open the door was a pearly white and long grey stripes and spots littered his back. His belly is a bright blue and his wings are a dark charcoal color. His eyes are a bright red, but one of them is staring right at you while the other is watching the smoke rise and dissipate. This is Candle. Suddenly, both of his eyes are fixed on you at once, and his mouth curves into a grin. "You actually came!" he says happily, "Not many people like to visit me due to the candles, but I promise it's not that bad once you come inside!" Candle hop-skips behind you and shoves you forward happily into his room. The ceiling is high, and you can tell that there have been modifications to the original shape of the room. Candle wax is piled up in some places of the floor, and dozens of candles are burning above you in the rafters. The thick smell of burning wax floods your senses, but Candle was right. It is better in the room itself than the hallway outside. Candle hops up onto a ledge and smiles at you again. "I know it's a bit much" he says, "but I like it." Indeed, it was a pleasant room, and the warmness seemed to put you in a daze. Candle wraps around you and pulls you up to a soft bed of feathers in the rafters, and soon you're asleep with his lazy eye looking at you as the other blinked sleepily.