Clove

C L O V E
Clan Matriarch
To The Sky - Owl City

Wind Runestone

Dragonmade

An ancient stone bearing the ancestral rune of the Windsinger. Such a find should be kept as a prized possession.

110

Windsinger Painted Vase

Trinkets

A delicate vase, painted to depict the Windsinger. The brushstrokes appear to wriggle and dance across its surface, as if they yearn to peel off and fly away.

105

Playful Windsinger Puppet

Trinkets

A crudely-fashioned stuffed doll that resembles the Windsinger. It is made of fine satin cloth and held together with green ribbons.

1000

BIOGRAPHY

STORY

The tiny fae felt a rush of warmth and happiness rush through her as she saw her home, the Windswept plateau come into view as she soared through the air, the black basalt and plumes of smoke slowly melding into green grass and gently swaying clusters of bamboo. She, after so many years of traveling and exploring, had finally returned home. The breezes soaring through the air almost seemed to lift her higher and sweep her even more swiftly to her destination, like the Windsinger himself was calling her back home. Her years of adventure had been difficult, as being a tiny fae she had struggled nearly every step of the way, but she had been so touched, and so kindly helped by the many compassionate dragon souls whom she had met along her journey, allowing her to continue her wanderings. But the time had come for her to return home, to return to the Windsinger’s domain and live among his people once more. Gently, she touched down onto the grass in the Zephyr Steppes, taking a few moments to relax and stretch her wings, feeling the breeze blow through the air and against her scales, the same breezes that she grew up with, making her feel at home and complete once more. Yes, this was what she’d been missing the whole time, the lush green grass beneath her claws and a a gentle breeze blowing through the air. After taking her time to rest, and gather her strength (and snack on a few saved insects) she spread out her wings, ready to set off again. But where to go? Return to her old clan? Find a new clan to live with? Or, perhaps, be daring enough to start a clan of her own?

The little fae hesitated, and lowered her wings back down as she began to think. And perhaps it was the wanderlust, the need for adventure and excitement that lead her to her decision, but she decided she would set up her own clan, for any dragons who needed her help, or even simply just wanted to settle there. It would be lonely at first, and she knew that, though that same thought hadn’t stopped her from travelling the world. Her crests fluttering determinedly, she spread her wings again and took to the skies, soaring over the grassy plains.

The sun was setting, turning the land a crimson red and evening stars twinkling in the skies when she finally landed softly on the ground in front of a large cave settled into a small hill and gently sloping down into the ground. Well, she knew it was only large to her, to the larger dragons, it would merely be average sized. But what had drawn her down was the quiet, almost haunting music that filled the air. Creeping forwards in the growing darkness, she fluttered up into the cave, hunting for the source of the noise. Looking around, the began to notice that the cave wasn’t just one large cave, it was a network of caves and tunnels, some so small that even she wouldn’t fit in them, and the strange music she could hear was the wind blowing through the myriad of tunnels, turning the rocks into an instrument.

“Perhaps this is the Windsinger’s own instrument…?”
She mused softly as a gentle breeze drew a crescendo from the rocks, before softly dying back down.

The little fae hunted around in the caves a little more as the skies grew steadily darker, more stars beginning to twinkle brightly. There was no sign of creatures or dragons already living in these caves, and she couldn’t help but wonder if the Windsinger himself had guided her to these caves to help her on her new quest. Landing in the mouth of the cave, she looked out at the purple bruised sky. It was too dark to continue flying now, though she knew, deep down, that this was the place. This was where she was going to set up her new home, this was where she was going to open a refuge to all dragons, right here in the singing caves.

CHANGES

Given Genes:
Starmap, Freckled, Rosette, Underbelly

Removed Genes:
Freckled

Other:
Scatter sight once from common to uncommon

Custom Progen

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