Alec

He remembers the first day he met her.
It was three days after her father had walked on, into the light. Sometimes that light calls dragons and they never come back.
Alec was younger, then. It was harder for him to understand.
He just understood that something inside of him loved the girl before him. Was she crying? No, she was silent. Silent and stony as her mother railed and wept. That girl glared out at the world, determined to never let it take advantage of her.
Even then, Alec knew he loved her.
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It makes sense that Alec gets a lot of questions. Their life circumstances were just so strange. First Midnight adopted him, plucking Alec’s egg from a clutch that his parents were going to throw out. They didn’t believe that egg would ever hatch — it had taken so long, and had grown a thin white film all around it, like a veil of lace.
But Midnight saw into the heart of that egg, and knew what it would become.
Midnight, a traveler, raised Alec on the road. He was a good father. He always answered Alec’s many questions, and played with the babe every time they stopped. But as Midnight grew older, he realized that the road was no place for a young hatchling.
They stopped at the first clan they came to, which happened to be Dryad’s, just after her husband had gone missing.
Midnight saw a potential purpose here. Alec saw Noir, and was drawn to her. Together, Midnight and Alec ingratiated themselves, slowly becoming more and more useful.
Even now, Alec wonders. Is he truly drawn to Noir, or is he afraid of being cast out onto the road again?
Then he sees Noir’s brave face, her sarcastic sighs and cold glances, and knows that he’s truly drawn to her.
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