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Frostlyn

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Level 1 Imperial

Familiar

Aurora Pangolin

Energy: 45/50

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Length

23.84 m

Wingspan

18.99 m

Weight

8183.52 kg

Genetics

Ice
Iridescent

Mint
Shimmer

Ice
Thylacine

Hatchday

Jul 20, 2016
(7 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Light
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

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QCK

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VIT

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Biography

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Frostlyn
Nicknames: Lyn, Frosty, Frost
♥ a gift from DeviousLilly / pre-named

Her Digital Wings

(idea from Sharkbro / written by Disillusionist)

New clans regularly sprang up in Sornieth; they were particularly numerous in the domain of Light -- it was a bright and active place that often drew those who were still unsure, still struggling to raise a clan. Most Light dragons were welcoming of newcomers, and it was not unheard-of for established clans to send away even their youngest members to a fledgling clan.

Frostlyn was one such dragon. She was born in a mighty lair on the Mirrorlight Promenade, dutifully cared for by her parents and all the other dragons in the clan. They looked after her with concern, and often spoke sharply when she scampered away. Over tumbled columns...Down the shattered steps...

"Frostlyn, don't do that!" and "Frostlyn, come here!" It seemed they said that every day. Frostlyn took it in good fun, and with a sheepish little giggle she would always turn around and scramble back to the lair, back up the broken steps and around the marble chunks. She was always chivvied back into the lair and given a good scolding, and she would settle down contritely -- waiting for the next opportunity to run out again.

She was quite the explorer, and she thought it was because of this that, one day, she was asked if she would like to live with a new clan. Frostlyn's clan frequently sent away hatchlings, so she wasn't at all nervous. To her, it was a great opportunity. A new place to explore! New dragons to meet!

Her parents guided her to the lair entrance, and now Frostlyn had to squint. A great Guardian stood there, not blocking the light, but rather radiating it. She shone like the chunks of marble on the Mirrorlight Promenade, and she smelled, faintly, of sunshine and daisies. It took Frostlyn a moment to see the white dragon's mate, another Guardian -- quite small, and dark as a patch of night. His golden eyes blinked slowly, sleepily in the sunshine.

The white Guardian had already spoken with Frostlyn's parents, and her next words were for Frostlyn alone: "Good day, small one. My name is Veritas. What's your name?"

Frostlyn crept closer, closer. The white dragon stood serenely, as still as a marble statue except for when she breathed. Her mate slowly raised his head, and his face softened into a smile.

"Frost. Um...Frostlyn, really. But sometimes I'm also called Lyn."

"I like that last name. Lyn. It's adorable." Veritas swished her tail and stamped her feet, and Frostlyn cringed back a bit. She didn't yet know that this was the white Guardian's way of fidgeting.

And then Veritas arrived at a decision. She asked, just a bit abruptly, "Well, Lyn, I am starting a clan and I've heard that you'd like to go out and see the world. My clan's currently on the Sundial Terrace -- we're not taking up much room. Would you like to be a part of our family?"

She had a big, booming voice, and Frostlyn didn't like the way she stamped her feet -- but then Veritas bent her great head to look at the hatchling, and Frostlyn got a good look at her face for the first time. Veritas' words were sharp, and she did not smile easily. But her golden eyes were warm, and there was a deep glow of kindness within them. Frostlyn crept closer and then, playful as a kitten, she patted the white dragon's cheek.

They left a few minutes later, with Frostlyn riding across Veritas' shoulders. In the following weeks Forstlyn would dwarf the clan mother, but for now, she was small enough to be carried. As they walked away, Veritas grumbled, "You are a little bit heavy."

"I could walk."

"No, no, it's fine. I'm taking you to a new home; it's only proper that I carry you. Still, I'm looking forward to the day you'll be grown enough to fly. We have Imperials like you at our lair, and Lightweaver bless me, but they are humongous. I can't carry any one of them to save my life."

Frostlyn giggled at this. Veritas would certainly not be able to carry most Imperials, and her mate, Nachtstreiter, was almost half her size, so he was out, too. Veritas snorted, and then she said, almost reflectively, "Mark me, child, you'll have beautiful wings when you grow up. You know, that was why I asked for you -- because you have such pretty wings."

They were some distance from the lair by then, but behind them, Frostlyn's parents traded worried looks. Veritas' words had carried loud and clear.

Frostlyn didn't have any wings.

There were in fact four other Imperials at the lair. But Veritas and Nachtstreiter had hatched a nest recently, and Frostlyn grew up alongside the Guardian hatchlings: gloomy Gyordan, cheeky little Auspice, and the shy but sweet Neira. She watched as they fledged, and then she sighed and twisted around to look at her own shoulder blades.

She did have wings now -- small, stunted tufts of mint-colored cartilage. Minty-fresh, Veritas always said. Auspice had tried to take a bite out of her once and had gotten clocked on the snout for it. (After that, Veritas used the term "minty-fresh" a lot less often.)

Veritas was often out training with the other dragons, so Frostlyn's chances to talk to her were few and far between. "Am I going to get my wings?" she asked, because she had never forgotten Veritas' words: "You have such pretty wings, and you will have beautiful wings when you grow up." -- "Veritas, am I? Am I going to get my wings?"

Because in a world where there's magic, it's almost sacrilegious to lose hope; magic can do anything....Right?

It was one of those days when there wasn't much to do, and the air was heavy with coming rain. Frostlyn lay down in the lair, and she sighed and flipped her tail across her nose. She watched as the night descended.

Somewhere to the south, the sky shook with coming rain.

Days later, Frostlyn was summoned to a clan meeting. Veritas was tagging her to go on a trip to the Shifting Expanse. Frostlyn shivered inwardly. She had heard the strangest stories about the Shifting Expanse, and in the official records, the dragons who dwelled there were described as industrious but wicked. They did have a single Lightning dragon in the lair, but she was a melancholy sort and Frostlyn hadn't spoken with her much.

"What are we doing there?" she asked, as the other dragons moved away to prepare for their departure. "Why're we going?"

Veritas grinned. Once again there was that hard, uneasy smile -- but the light in her eyes still shone true.

"We are going", she said, "to get your wings."

And so they did, four of them, moving south from the Sunbeam Ruins and down through the Hewn City. And then the domain of Light ended and that of Lightning began. Picking their way through Carrion Canyon, and then up to the Highland Scrub...

Veritas herself led the way, a white giant in the lightning-pierced gloom. Her shining wings and booming roar were often enough to send any hostile beasties running. Then Nachtstreiter, his smallness and darkness now a great asset as he darted through the shadows, rending those who still dared attack. And the Imperial Polosim, as warm and comforting as the blue summer sky, and also as solid and seemingly unassailable as the Earth lands he hailed from. Three of them together, protecting little Frostlyn, as they crossed the threshold between the Sun and the Storm.

They soon reached the inhabited lands where the Lightning dragons toiled, and they were greeted warily. Frostlyn gathered that a great festival was soon about to take place, but the Lightning clans were still wary about a group of Light dragons making an unannounced entrance. Words were exchanged, intentions explained...and soon a troop of Lightning acolytes arrived. The group was escorted, with speed, to the Lightning Farm. Frostlyn was in the center, protected on all sides -- but not from above, where the lightning shattered. She often winced, stumbling into Nachtstreiter or Polosim on either side of her.

The Lightning dragons had heard Veritas' words, but now they decided they should hear from Frostlyn, too. Inside one of the lightning spires, shielded at last from the storm, Frostlyn was able to speak her piece.

"Can you give me wings?"

Her wings unfurled as she spoke -- for many dragons it is an instinctive gesture. They do it when they feel threatened, so that they may quickly fly away. But Frostlyn could not fly.

The Lightning dragons bent their heads, murmuring to one another. A few of them crept close, their electric eyes glittering, but they didn't touch her. Nachtstreiter looked around uneasily, and Polosim tensed himself, but Veritas remained calm. As calm and serene, Frostlyn realized, as the day they had first met.

"It can be done. Maybe a few days...a week at most. Yes, leave her here....We shall do our best."

It was the leader of the engineers, speaking from his podium. Frostlyn turned to look at him, but it was almost impossible to make him out clearly, half in shadows, the other half splashed with light from a million twinkling bulbs. The inside of the building crawled with luminous cords, glittered with tiny buttons and bulbs, but rather than dispelling the light, they seemed to warp and twist it. Frostlyn shivered inwardly at this. She looked again at the shifting, murmuring expanse of Lightning dragons, and she turned to tell Veritas that she didn't want her wings anymore, no, not really. We shall do our best....It sounded like a threat.

"Lyn."

The clan mother. Frostlyn did turn, but to listen, not to speak -- and Veritas stepped closer. The Guardian didn't bend down now, for Frostlyn was almost as tall as she was, but suddenly she felt as small as the day she had left her parents' clan.

"It will be all right. The Lightning dragons are marvelous engineers; there's nothing they can't do with technology."

The Lightning dragons murmured at this praise, and some of them preened. Frostlyn scarcely noticed. She whispered the word: "Technology...?"

"I have gone out with Nacht and Pol many times -- not just training, but also asking around, hunting for solutions. No amount of gems or magic will give you the wings you need. We can't undo what nature has wrought. But then...we can change it...."

The Lightning dragons murmured in approval at this. That didn't make Frostlyn any less nervous. But still, she managed to fold her wings. She understood that there was money involved -- the engineers had named a price earlier -- and so she felt compelled to ask: "Will you come back for me?"

Veritas blinked. "Yes, of course!" she declared. She seemed genuinely surprised. "Of course we will come back for you! We are a clan now, you know. We don't leave each other behind."

"Then, too, there's the fact that we fought through hordes of monsters just to get you here," Polosim added mildly. This stirred up a laugh from the other dragons; he was exaggerating and there hadn't been hordes of monsters assailing them. Still, the crossing had been dangerous. Frostlyn started to feel a bit better, and also a bit embarrassed about being so nervous. She raised her head.

"Good girl," Veritas rumbled. And then, like her own dear children, she gave Frostlyn a friendly sideways shove with one shoulder. "We'll be back for you in a week or so. Try not to make the hatchlings cry."

"I'll see you then," Frostlyn answered. She watched, trying to damp down her anxiety as her companions moved back to the entrance. First one in, last one out...That was Veritas, the clan mother. At the door, she paused, looked back at Frostlyn, and then she winked one sun-bright eye. Frostlyn felt a lot better then.

One week passed. Veritas did return, with Nachtstreiter and Polosim in tow once again. This time, the Lightning dragons had been apprised of their arrival, and there were sentries set out to direct them to the Lightning Farm. The Shifting Expanse was noticeably more active than it'd been before, and the currents of energy in the air seemed...stronger, buoyed by something else. Anticipation, maybe? Veritas and the others knew full well what it was, but they didn't comment on it as they entered the Lightning Farm. They sat back in expectation, finding their eyes drawn again and again to the Tempest Spire that towered over the arid plains.

Nachtstreiter and Polosim soon grew bored and began talking together. "We have a similar tower like that where I come from," Polosim explained.

"Oh, the Pillar of the World, you mean? Yes, I've heard of it. Did you ever see it?"

"Nacht, everybody could see it. Day or night, it was there. We see it from Sundial Terrace every day, you know -- that dark crumbly thing poking up in the northwest."

"That?" Nachtstreiter's head went up. "I thought it was a mountain!"

"You", Polosim sighed, "have a somewhat strange definition of 'mountains'."

"Forgive me. I haven't seen many mountains."

"I guess you wouldn't have, at that."

"I wonder if we can see it from here." Nachstreiter stood up and squinted northwest...then up. There were no mountains in the sky, but then, he was looking at something else.

"What's that up there? It's not a monster, is it?"

Polosim squinted. "It's a dragon...but it's got strange wings." And then his brown eyes widened as it hit him. He and Nachtstreiter traded looks before turning to gawp at Veritas. She was, as always, steady and firm.

"It's Frostlyn," she said, "and she has her wings."

The bright Imperial tumbled down through the heavens, and Veritas couldn't resist adding, "I told you so."

At the last instant, Frostlyn flared her wings -- she flared her wings! They burst forth into a fantastic coruscation of rainbow light, and she thudded down onto the ground -- a bit clumsily, but she had been flying, not falling, and right now that was all that mattered.

"How..." Nachtstreiter stammered, even as Polosim started to laugh in delight, "But...how?"

He sounded like a child at the Fairgrounds, pleading with a street magician to show them the ways of their magic. "How?" the hatchlings always asked, crowding around the magician. "How did you do that?"

And the magician always answered, with a great flourish, "Magic!" before bowing low and then vanishing into the crowd. But this...this was the real deal. Wings of steel and light that shone like a living rainbow, folded neatly against Frostlyn's sides, shimmering over her minty-fresh skin. Still stunted, but now growing, slowly filling the arches of light described by her digital wings.

So now the answer wasn't "magic", but--

"Technology!" Frostlyn crowed, imitating the Lightning engineers. The Lightning Farm around them exploded into noise and joy as the Thundercrack Carnivale began, and overhead them they heard the sky-shattering boom of the Stormcatcher's triumphant cry.

* The story idea was given to me by Sharkbro. I'm pleased to have been given such a wonderful idea to bring to life. (Hope you like it, Sharkbro!)
* dividers are from MsBarrows' Tumblr here

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