Wizard's Mount : In 100 Words

I live high on the upper, cloud-hidden heights of the continent's only active volcano, a mountain which bears my name. Scarlet be-whiskered dragons circle lazily overhead and occasionally keep me company, if only to gain access to the molten magma that is their dragon-milk of choice. Rambling about, I misplace my second-best magister's cap and forget where I keep the egg-of-newt. Deep in the recesses of memory, secrets lurk that could undermine the very foundations of the world. Come catastrophe, I will remember, but for now, I am content in my vagueness. When they call, all will be made clear.