Gate of Memoirs/How Rumors Start

Do dragons dream of cuddly sheep?
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*—Winter's Fiery Heart—
Music: "Where it Rains"	Music: "Where it Rains"
 	
*Narrator: "Up the slopes they went—sure-footed Stag and the gallivanting girl—and snow slowly but surely gave way to solid rock."
*Narrator: "So far from his forest home was the Stag that he felt trepidatious for the first time in his long life."
*Narrator: "But go in search of Spring he must, for the forest withers with each passing moment."
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*Maeri: Phew! That was a hike...
 	
*Maeri: I don't know if it's just me, but it's getting a teeny bit warmer!
 	
*Glaes: It feels that way. How strange indeed...
 	
*Maeri: You've never been up here, Mister Glaes?
 	
*Glaes: ...No. I do not leave the forest, most of the time.
 	
*Glaes: Perhaps once or twice I have seen secretive, hooded humans passing through in this direction.
*Glaes: Most creatures steer clear of this place.
 	
*Maeri: Oh?
 	
*Glaes: The story goes that, even before Man built his home around these parts...
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*"An enormous winged beast ruled the mountain."
*"Scaled like a crocodile, but mightier, and much larger..."
*"Wings that veiled the sky in leathery darkness..."
*"Swifter and stronger than any beast of land, sky, or sea..."
*"With a fanged maw that breathes the fire Man wields!"
 	
*Maeri: ... ...
 	
*Maeri: A dragon lives here?!
 	
*Glaes: A...what?
 	
*Maeri: A dragon! You just described a dragon!
 	
*Maeri: Umm...Maybe I can draw one...
 	
*Maeri scrawls a rather...stylized image of a dragon in the snow.
*The dragon has big, happy eyes matched by a big smile.
 	
*Glaes: ... ...
 	
*Maeri: ... ...
 	
*Glaes: Let us hope such a creature resembles your depiction as much as possible...
 	
*Maeri: I wish!
*Maeri: The stories I read make them out to be big, bad, and evil.
 	
*Maeri: But not this one, I'm sure of it.
 	
*Glaes: Hmm. Why not?
 	
*Maeri: There are no bad people in my dreams. ☆
*Maeri: Come on, I think I see a cavern just ahead!
 	
*Glaes watches the young girl hop up ahead, her plush toy bouncing along with every step.
 	
*Glaes: Onward and upward, I suppose...