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Silence grows in the spaces between...

Venerable Lair

on the

Starwood Strand

Clan Info

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Half-starved and alone, soon you wander into a clearing of the mystical forest- A single willow tree, seemingly as old as time itself, stands in the center of everything. The branches and leaves sparkle with captured starlight, even in the dusky noon... Underneath this tree there sits what looks to be the entrance of a cavernous area, dark and gloomy...

A white Mirror, his eyes as red as blood, pokes his head out of the gloom and stares at you with detached curiosity, like you were a caged animal- The gleam of his eyes makes you feel that way, until a Fae flutters from over his shoulder.

Something of this dragoness doesn't sit right with you; She seems to be made of the very stone under your feet, her eyes unnaturally bright and a halo of magic encircling her head. Her wings click and clatter with movement as she flaps closer to you, a curious look to her that is trademark for Arcane dragons such as herself. The Mirror creeps closer behind her, his four eyes narrow...

"Hello, young one."The Fae murmurs in a voice like silken moonlight, undeniably Draconic yet so otherworldly... It makes you believe truly that this dragon was not of this planet, o this world even. She was natural, but at the same time, so magical... "You have stumbled into my territory, and yet you seem... Desperate. Do you have anywhere to go?"

Solemnly, you shake your head- What was your home was destroyed in the tremor, and as far as you knew, you were the only drake to make it out in one piece. How you yearned for your former clanmates, the days spent in good company and nights spent gazing at the deep black sky... The Fae glances towards the much larger Mirror, who nods, now a distinct gleam in his eye; however, you cannot quite tell the emotion. Then, finally, the pink dragoness leans in closely, and with the voices of the clanmates resting in the caverns behind her, murmurs to you...

"Welcome to the Clan of Windswept Petals."

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