A mythological being, one known to very few in the land anymore. This little one was special though because despite how few people recalled him, he was always happy to interact with humans.
Always able to be spoken to informally, humans felt more comfortable with this little one and a monk traveling between temples even named him.
'Jadeyn' a name said in prayer by 'the thankful one'. The monk was a warm soul, and promised to visit the next time they were in the area.
Every year, the monk would return, until one day they hadn't. And Jadeyn howled into the sky in mourning, the sky lighting up in a brilliant green aurora.
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