“Don’t look so surprised by the mention of Dragons, Jerilyn.  I know that a few of the wyrms made lairs on Fanar but most, like me, preferred Tyrnavalle’s solitude, even those spawned by Davyrma.  I suppose I do feel some distant kinship with them, their heritage comes from the Lord of the Spires just as mine does, but I am no more their cousin than you are the butterfly’s.  And, before you ask, I do not hold a grudge against the Seeress for her judgment against my Grandfather.  He got what he deserved for circumventing Finbardin’s will.  In the end, it worked out for the best.  In fulfilling their doom, Dracoris and Davyrma served Finbardin’s will as their father would not.  To tell the truth, I’d tip my hat to the Seeress if I were wearing one.  Her prophetic gaze looked far into the future when she thwarted Harnor.”  The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon

“Honestly, Jerilyn?  I just preferred Tyrnavalle over Fanar.  Besides, why live in Mankind’s crowded cities when I could visit any time I chose?  Far traveling does have its uses, you know.  If I had to guess why, I’d say it was my upbringing.  Our only guest in the Grove was Kandol and he was anything but a frequent visitor.  Valdarag and Aeris were the first of many I planned on entertaining, but Kandol ruined those plans.   Fanar was too noisy for my taste, so I chose Tyrnavalle. For thousands of years, while the kingdoms of Mankind rose and fell on Fanar, Tyrnavalle remained virgin and unexplored.  The first men didn’t step on its shores until well after Ataryl started the God-Emperors’ dynasty.  Before that it was largely unsettled.  A few Elves, led in Hali’s time by one named Haleya, lived in the QuendiForest, scattered survivors of the lost Elven tribes of the Elder Days, and a smattering of other Elder Races dwelled in Tyrnavalle’s hills, vale and weald.  And, of course, there were Dragons.”  The Wizard of the Blue Lagoon