It was a bright sunny day and the foliage of the forest glittered with the moisture of yesterday's rain storm. Roraldi was beautiful on days like this. The forest floor was damp, the dark soil full of nutrients and the air was crisp and clean. A Pipe paragon glided low over the canopy. The trees stretched for the sun racing each other to get the most light. They seemed to come alive and be more than just trees as the green dragon flew over. The plants were drawn equally to her and the sun. It seemed wherever she went, plants flourished. That is, if conditions were good enough...
Her bright wings held her in the air above an opening in the canopy where a veteran tree had fallen not too long ago. Seedlings and vines had already started their race to replace the old tree. She smiled at them, knowing they were all healthy and did not need help. The strongest and fastest would survive and that would help to keep the forest alive in the years to come. She hovered a few more moments before flying off toward a plume of steam. It was about time for her visit to one of the hot springs in the forest. She was like a plant herself but not as fragile or static.