"I understand," Scarmother Alea nodded. "Think of it this way: how did you feel when you were first issued your sword and armor?"
Jason mulled the thought over... "I felt invincible."
Invincible. Alea had to cover her mouth as she burst into high-pitched laughter... "Wow. Really..."
The Scout looked away, scratching the back of his head.
Ah, to be young~
Alea allowed herself a reassuring smile.
"Anyroad, it's the same thing. We have been gifted by the dragon in the Flame. And like any issued piece of gear, we still have to train with it-- to respect its power...
"Incidentally," She smirked, "that is also why I asked if my intuition matched your reports. I'm human. Humans err."
"But..." Jason was still hesitant, "The voice we hear... it's... it's a dragon? Since Tyrion's inception, we've always had a High Oracle to interpret the will of the Flame... Why has a dragon suddenly appeared... thousands of years later?"
