Sol

Coming upon Dovus after so many moons of travel had felt like a dawn of new understanding. Here was where she was meant to remain; as the confidante, the advisor, the partner of this dragon - and so in turn would he be these things for her, as she needed him to be.

Sol is a calm and withdrawn soul, difficult even for her own kind to read. Taking a distant yet maternal approach to her engagement with the clan, she is considered a wise and weathered figure among the dragons, even a second mother to some.

Spending most of her time perched at the highest point of the Lustersun Lair and watching over the clan, Sol is a fixed figure in the minds of the dragons who call this place home. The only dragon that appears to have any sort of personal rapport with her is her first son, Ero; conversing with her on a casual and comfortable level, and even doing so as though her lack of expression (even by a fae's standard) was completely transparent to him. Surely, it must come from their familial bonds-- or else, the fact that he has known her for many years longer than even the oldest dragon of the clan.