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Dragons are the most fascinating species to have ever graced this planet. I do not write these words simply because of my racial bias, nor because of the claim my people have in regards to kinship to these mighty wyrms. The truth of the matter is that out of all the myriad species capable of having pleasurable encounters in their mating rituals, dragons are, by far, the most prolific. With their magical abilities, they can take on the form of any creature they desire, and, for those of the draconic race who desire to consort with lesser mortals, their charisma is simply unavoidable.

The fecundity of dragonkind is legendary in its own right, to the point where the goddess of fertility herself takes on the form reminiscent of a dragon. So potent is their seed that they are able to breed almost true with any race they desire. Because of this, sorcerers with the power of dragons in their bloodline are especially common in the magical community, yet they are not the most coveted nor feared of draconic descendants.

The most potent of draconic progeny outside of their own true descendants are the half-dragons, beings who resemble the races of both of their parents. When a dragon decides to sire or birth a child with another creature, it brings into this world a powerful being unlike it or its mate, yet to not call this creature a dragon would be a disservice to their power and majesty.

I have thus far only seen one creature that could be considered a true 'half-dragon,' yet I initially saw no way she could ever possess the criteria necessary for being one. After all, there was never any indication that there was ever a dragon among the Dragon's Heir tribe in the generation preceding ours. Yet, Tikana, the Kobold Queen, shows every sign of her draconic heritage. I didn't consider the implications back then, but the more I researched mating and lovemaking, the more troubled I became. After all, it was by her leave that I was sent off to the wilds of the world above to study all I could about outsiders and their mating habits. I didn't know why at first, but after startling revelations, it came much too clear to me that Tikana the Kobold Queen was just as interested in her past as I was in the future of our tribe.

I have already written on what I've learned about the generation before us. It was the discovery of that knowledge that made me feel content to come back home and fill in the blanks with Master Tikit's insight to the matter. All that was left was discussing with the Queen herself the matter of our origins. But, before I make it to that, I must fill in the details new readers must face in order to understand the exact nature of myself and my Queen. To explain our most intimate and my most cherished memories feels much more humiliating than any act I've tried in the past..

-Tik Tik

Years after the hatching ceremony that saw a whole generation of kobold young brought into this world at the same time, Trapmaster Tikit walks through the line of his apprentices, each tinkering on traps of their own design. "Good, good Jalacdo. An outsider won't be able to run after that bites them! Tighten up you screws, Quiquan. You'll be the death of us all one day. Shape up, Bratto. We have to make sure those parts are all compatible before we attach them to a bigger mechanism."

His form looms over the final apprentice--the little pink kobold with bright blue eyes, who has her tongue sticking out to her side as she tinkers with a block of wood.

"And just what are you making, Tik Tik?" the older kobold says, clenching the block in his claws and lifting it up.

The little Tik Tik gasps and holds her hands up, whining, "gimmie, gimmie!"

Tikit examines the block, a frown forming on his muzzle. "There isn't a damn thing going on in here!" he shouts. "What the hells have you been wasting your time on?"

Those big blue eyes waver as she looks up to her master, sniffling.

"Oh, no. None of that, now, or I'll have you sent to the mines."

Her demeanor shifts instantly, scoffing at how easily he saw past her ruse. "Look!" Tik Tik says, pointing to the underside of the block.

Tikit turns it around and narrows his eyes. "Hm... what's this...? 'Made by Tik Tik Dragonsheir.' "Oh, so, you're putting your vanity over the rest of your people, are you? What was the first thing I told you about trap design?"

"It doesn't matter who makes the trap. It matters that it works!" Tik Tik had repeated that mantra many times before. "But, I thought if someone knew who made it, they could ask. Kobolds make things differently. We all work together, but we're all different, too. If someone tries to improve my trap, then they can ask me about it. It makes repair more efficient."

Tikit snorts. "Any kobold worth her salt will be able to know exactly how a trap works just by lookin' at it. And if that kobold is too dang slow to figure it out in time, then they're too slow to not get sliced by an outsider's sword. Look how quickly the others have made functional material. Yet, here you are, playing arts and crafts! Get out, and think about it while you miss out on supper tonight!"

Tik Tik hangs her head low, whimpering a little bit at the demand, but she does as she is told and slips out of the apprentice trapmaker's chambers into the warrens beyond.

As Tik Tik sulks in the tunnels, a light emerges from one of its off-shoots. Squinting and covering her eyes, Tik Tik groans at the inevitable encounter.

Poking her head out of the hole is her nestmate, Tikana. Red spots speckle her pink scales, and nestled in her crown-shaped ridge is a tiny little miner's hat she uses to shine light around the area. "Hey, Little One!" she says, a giggle on her voice.