It was an prematurely hot spring day as I rushed out to the road that led past our city on the coast. Today was a big day, and we could already hear the music. The wide road was lined with spectators, though they were wary to ensure plenty of room was left on the hard-packed earthen path.

First, a sea of kobolds, flying banners, performing small magic tricks, dancing, doing gymnastics, drumming and playing music - all to herald the arrival of their respective patrons. The line stretched along the road and all the way to the horizon. It was that time of year; the DRAGONS were coming.

The procession continued for hours as the massive beasts made their way to their summer market site near our city. As they passed, I noticed the gaze of one, locked upon me as he passed. A kobold approached, offering me a small note. Every prematurely hot spring day, I remember when I found my love.