Adagio

The lineages that he wore on his sleeve, however, were the Alchemist Tools and Veniccio Scholars. They were safer identities to assume and accounted for his boundless magical acuity and curiosity concerning his exploration and documentation of the Abiding Boneyard-- without needing to reveal the more duplicitous facets of his inheritance.

Even he had trouble separating the fables from the death defying truths of his ancestry -- quite literally. When he had heard that his family had a history of shirking the permanence of death, admittedly, that was a tidbit he had filed under hyperbole. As a result, he had been a fairly cautious dragon before death, not wishing to let the prowess of his family lull him into taking undue risks. Yet he died anyway. And when he came back, he cursed himself for all the life he had wasted tiptoeing about the edges of risk and of success.

The being that led him from the underworld and granted him his second chance at life appeared as a shadowy fox. He is still unsure if that is the creature's true face or if it was merely taking on a form which he would relate to. Either way, the bargain was struck and Adagio did not linger long in the afterlife.

Oddly, the flowers that he had tread upon in his last moments, that had too been torn from life by disease grew back upon his return and have persisted without wilting ever since.

Since his return from the underworld, Adagio has thrown himself with gleeful abandon into his work, uncovering the Abiding Boneyard bone by bone and sending his detailed notes home to the Tangled Wood. He retains the guise that is for his scholastic pursuits.