Rowan

Rowan glided through the air, cool air ruffling through his feathers giving him a light chill. The sunset colored coatl smiled, the air light and sweet smelling. This would be his first harvest season. His clan had been preparing for this for months. Decorating, planting, gathering, and collecting treats and materials for the incoming rush of trick or treaters. He was told that ever year his clan, the Sunlit Sanctuary, chooses one representative to travel all of Sornieth and visit other clans to converse. Meanwhile, at their lair they have a group of dragons who take in travelers and spread their good intentions and luck of the harvest. It's both a wonderful way to grow spirits and share the wealth, but it's also a good tool for making allies.

This year Rowan was chosen to explore. He had never had the chance to go so far away from the Sunbeam Ruins, so he has been working as hard as possible to make his clan proud and bring home a bunch of goodies and trinkets. His bubbly personality and constant air of confidence has been allowing him to run into minimal problems during his mission for spooky treats.

His clan provided him with a magical scroll containing the location of each lair he was to be visiting. Many are in generally inaccessible locations, such as the depths of the Leviathan Trench, or near the edges of the Wyrmwound itself; however, this scroll surrounds him with a magic that allows him to visit these areas without having to worry about breathing under water or risking infection. With the power his clan's leader, Everyn, provided him with he'll be able to access all the clans on his list.

Finally Rowan could see signs of a dragon clan. He slowed his speed and began a decline so he could land and make his way to the lair. He landed softly on the ground, shaking out his wings before tucking them in. He excitedly made his way to the clan's land, straightening his silks. Once he crossed the clan's border he puffed up his chest and introduced himself. "Hello! I'm here from the Sunlit Sanctuary!" he called out to whoever may be residing on this land. Rowan realized that this statement didn't really explain the reason why he was there that well, and chances are they would probably assume he was from some Baldwinian cult, trying to push some literature on them. Rowan nervously cleared his throat again.

"My name is Rowan, I have traveled here from the Sunlit Sanctuary! I am here to celebrate the harvest," he started, smiling wide and exclaiming -