One

Flighty, first-to-shoot, and fidgety. She's also got trouble accepting affection; it took her mate a loooong time to ge to get her to admit her feelings for him.

Sunset Lasher

Familiar

A lasher rarely leaves its den, preferring to wait for prey to arrive at its doorstep before striking.

2400

x

Stone Knife

Trinkets

A piece of history from the first beastclan conflicts.

78

x

Intact Clay Pot

Trinkets

A large, dusty clay pot that is in usable condition.

72

Rambra

Familiar

Native to tropical wetlands, Rambras are known to charge headfirst into overwhelming odds.

1900

x

Crystalcourt Cascades

Apparel

A delicately crafted set of earthen vestments adorned with mana-rich stones, worn commonly by revered and talented geomancers. (Rockbreaker's Ceremony 2018 Holiday Item)

0

x

Clay

Minerals & Ores

Clay is used in making bricks, pottery, and reinforcing dens. On occasion, dragons will ingest clay to soothe upset stomachs.

15

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How she had made it to this clan, no one quite knew. All that was known was that a Mirror, looking like she'd been dragged through the roughest crags of Dragonhome, had apparently stumbled into the center of camp in the middle of the night, and was completely unconscious in the morning.

Otello was the first one to find her. Despite being fairly slow-moving, he was an early riser, always hoping to see new birds and bugs. Instead, he found someone who looked to be on the brink of death.

To Calvin it was, then, and when the Mirror woke up a day later, broken and bruised and bandaged, the first thing she tried to do was scratch Cal's eyes out. Thankfully he managed to subdue her (and keep his eyes), and then she paced. Paced and scratched. Despite the searing pain her entire body was in. Really. She just did this.

She could see the Guardian and the Snapper watching her, and she kept pacing. Every so often, the Guardian (who introduced himself as "Calvin, but you can call me Cal if you'd like") would tell her to go easy on her legs, and she would glare at him. Calvin, to his merit, didn't seem particularly scared. Later she'd figure out why Calvin seemed so used to being attacked by dragons he was trying to heal: one of Cal's mates was a Guardian possibly even more snappy and fidgety than One herself was.

Observing them one day, the Snapper from before sidled up next to her. "The two of them sure are something, aren't they?"

One flinched and skittered away from him. "Sorry," he apologized, "didn't mean to scare you. You can call me Otello."

She nodded. "One."

"One?"

"That's what you can call me."

"Nice to meet you, One."

She gave him a polite grimace. She was probably supposed to... say something? She didn't really care enough, and anyway, the pain in her leg was distracting. She couldn't exactly show that, though, especially not to this strange Snapper.

Thankfully, this Snapper seemed to be very patient. One gave him a curt nod. She walked away, feeling... odd.

Another week would pass before she felt the pain in her leg dissipate enough for her to continue her work. She was, at heart, an archaeologist, and it pained her more to abandon her work than to walk on her gammy leg.