Last Words: Put a Dragon's Nest into your hand.
Many days have passed since I first laid eyes upon the whitewyrm. It rested on the land, motionless but for the heavy opening and shutting of its eyelids. Could it have been slumbering? Or was it perhaps... —A researcher's notes
(Same as the unevolved form.)
I saw it many cycles ago. The whitewyrm slumbered, concentrating its power. The power, that is, to produce the egg that will produce a new generation! —A researcher's notes