The kingdom is bustling with life. Those wishing only to live with the freedom of choice, crisscross throughout the tropical lands. They hold no obligation to be here other than they wish to, and he is glad they have found a place they have that freedom.
It isn't often that one slips through unnoticed. More often than not they are met with kindness and curiosity on what brings them to the island. Sometimes it is just the scenery, others have just returned to the place they had once called home. He is glad for each of them as they make Tephra what it is, a family.
Magnus has proven to be a great steward of Tephras vision, often inviting others to visit. In time perhaps he will know each of them better, the ones who choose to stay. Today though he meanders about a lush meadow. The persistent rains of fall, feed the flora here where all other lands have begun to dry. The emerald tips of his body blend smoothly with the land, a casual flick of his tail shows his content. The sun is slow to rise these days, casting long shadows as its awakens from its slumber. He snorts when the smog begins to thicken and invade his lungs. Soon the sun will be seated in the sky and the fog will lift to unveil a wonderful and bright world...
Anyone is welcome to come upon him. I imagine it is dawn and he is alone in the meadow.