RiverSong's Clan

Clan Riversong is now in retirement! Everything has been packed up and donated to those who could use it, and the last of the friends and family who dwelt among these woods set off in search of new clans to call home or to serve the honored Gladekeeper. The bough of the Great Tree that was once so bustling with life is still and silent now, save for the soft song of birds and trill of treefrogs. Dappled sunlight filters down through the leaves to illuminate the abandoned lair - or nearly abandoned, as a keen observer might notice.

The tiny fae, matirarch of what was once a great and powerful clan, stretches her sore wings and folds them carefully. She's grown tired in her old age, and is quite ready for a rest. Beside her, curled up in the crook of a branch, her tundra mate is already fast asleep and snoring softly. The fae smiles, fondly nuzzles his greying mane, and curls up on top of him, almost hidden in a dense nest of fur.

Their children are long gone, as are their grandchildren, great-grandchildren, cousins, friends, compatriots. All those chattering familiars, all the squabbling hatchlings.

The elderly fae surveys her domain through half-lidded eyes and lets out a contented sigh. "Finally," she murmurs. "Some peace and quiet."

Before long, she too falls into a deep slumber, while over the empty houses and caverns of her lair vines begin to grow.

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((Inactive account. Once the last of my dragons have been given away I don't plan on being here again for a long while - real life calls, and I don't have time to be active here anymore. Thanks for the good times, FR!))