Mornings are majestic for magicfolk who awake at dawn. Even at night their wings don't rest. Their involuntary behavior forms a makeshift tent to protect the creatures from rain and snow, but the prolonged formation llifts them into the air by sunrise. They serenely float along until gentle breezes rouse the dragons and they descend to start their day. Early risers in the Vale boast the beauty of this daily ritual but jealous friends say they're full of hot.