You swear you’ve been by that tree before. Looking up, you see nothing but an infinite sky of stars, twinkling down on you as you let out an exasperated sigh. The sky has grown dark, with nothing but the faint bioluminescence lighting your way through the thicket of trees in green-blue tones. As you accidentally trip yourself up on a root of an ancient tree, you fall, scraping your knees and bruising your palms. Tumbling over and over, you come to a steady stop, the canopy of stars filling your vision as you let out a frustrated yell.

Suddenly, a rustle from a nearby bush catches your attention after some time in the silence. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you notice a tiny flying dragon darting around like an erratic arrow. It suddenly stops, and the blue of its wings blurs as it cocks its head inquisitively at you. It buzzes up to you, sniffs, and darts back in anticipation at the edge of the small clearing.

Getting up from the ground, you brush off the debris of your fall as you limp forward, following the tiny dragon through the thicket. The air becomes lighter as you stride towards the edge of the wood, thankful to see the sun again. Lifting your hand up to shield your eyes from the newfound light, you blink and squint as you head down to the shores, following the brilliant blue and purple in front of you. You walk through a sandy shore when suddenly you stop and see that the dragon had flown into a cave, two pairs of pink eyes staring back at you. Taking an unconscious gulp, you venture forth into the darkness, greeting the eyes with reverence and awe.



Clan Scattersong has been known for its loving nature of all creatures. Warm and welcoming, the dragons that stay with Allegra are as diverse as their colourful scales. This band of misfits have found solace within each other, valuing curiosity, humility, generosity, and improving themselves as a clan above all else. Many have come and gone in their ranks, but they will always welcome those who are looking to rest and stay with them.


Hi! I'm idesofjuly, ides for short. Welcome to my little space, vacuumed for your visit today. Just playin' around with some digital dragons.

As for my non-FR self, I'm a 20 something hailing from Cowtown, Canada. Part city slicker, part cowgirl, and slightly Gothic in aesthetics. She/her/herself/them/they, even 'it' if you wish.