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Mellowood Thicket Hatchery and Familiar Adoptables

Venerable Lair

overlooking the

Gladeveins

Clan Info

Shrieking Wilds

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Familiar Giveaway

Art Shop
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Ori

Oliker

Fharath

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Nakia

Bellaroth

While exploring the expansive brambles and mossy branches of the Shrieking Wilds, you find yourself stumbling across a well worn path through the dense foilage. Tracks of many different sizes and shapes lead you further into the echoing forest. The canopy is thick enough to make the ground hard to see, but you push on. After trekking through the underbrush for some time, through swampy marshes and dense woods you find yourself effectively stopped by a massive, thick wall of ivy and vines. Curiosity befalls you and you push through it, finding yourself in a lush hollow among the thick forest floor.
The first thing you notice is how much brighter it is here, and yet the canopy seems no thinner than outside the viney walls. Two imperial dragons prevent you from further entering the clearing, Hiranno and Thalia. They sniff you over, a visitor to their lair is uncommon after all. They do let you pass, but you feel their eyes on you as you walk further into the clearing.

The rest of the area is teeming with life. Dragons and small creatures seem to be occupying every nook and cranny, coexisting peacefully. Newer occupants of the Thicket may shy from your approach, they are unused to visitors, but the old ones are not afraid, they welcome new friends and are happy to see you.

You're directed to a pair of Wildclaws near the middle of the clearing. There are a few other dragons speaking with them and they seem to be some sort of authority figures, you suppose. Ori takes your measurements (despite anything you have to say, this dragon is constantly making clothes and the Thicket only needs so many sweaters, you will be leaving with one), and her mate Oliker sizes you up. He pokes at your fleshy arms and hums to himself, "Yes, yes... I suppose you will do quite nicely. Let me take you to the Hatchery."
Oliker takes you through a path you hadn't noticed branching off the main clearing before, and for good reason. This path leads to all five of the Thicket's Nests. The level of business in this are is a different one. The nests are quiet and surrounded by bustling driads doting on the eggs and quietly whispering to one another.
One green dragon, that seems to be part tree, Fharath, directs the driads as they work. They discuss the possible progeny they may get to see soon, and write down pairs they think would make strong offspring for the Thicket's future.
As you follow Oliker inside, Fharath looks up at you and her eyes perk up.
"Do we have a visitor!?"
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She smiles as much as a Wildclaw can at you and brings you further into their nursery, into a well-hidden nook in the thick bushes. There, some sleeping, others playing or eating, are the Thicket's newest hatchlings. They are guarded by a massive ancient Gaoler, Demosthenes. He doesn't mind when the children climb and snuggle into his fur and seems to be telling stories to some of the older ones. Several of the hatchlings' large green eyes look up at you, curious. You expect a majority of Wildclaws, but it seems there are several other breeds here as well, making a full, rowdy bunch.
You feel Fharath's hand on your shoulder and she looks at the children fondly.
"---, they're all looking for homes you know... and you seem to be capable of caring for them. Do any strike your fancy? Will you be adopting from us today?"
Even if one of the babes doesn't catch your eye, the dragons don't miss a beat.
"Not to worry, not to worry, we have many friends who need homes as well. Those who have fallen in battle, those who found themselves lost in the wilds... so many small friends. Oliker, take him to Nakia and Bellaroth, so they can see the familiars for adoption as well? We have our hands quite full at the moment."
Oliker gives an egg in one particular nest a small rub and looks up at you, almost embarrassed. The eggs must be his.
"Ahem, of course! Of course...follow me."
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You traipse through the low path you came through after the white dragon and he takes you to the opposing side of the Thicket where two more Wildclaws and a few assistants tend to a multitude of small creatures. There are so many! They have everything from a flock of Leafy Moths, to Celestial Antelopes, and even a deep pond filled with various merfolk. An Elk brushes at your side, sniffing for any food you may be hiding.
Bellaroth laughs, his leafy wings rustling behind him and directs the beast away from you, toward a bale of Drygrass instead.
"Sorry about that, Ishmael's crazy for apples, and we just can't seem to keep enough around to satisfy him. Are you here to adopt a familiar?"
A Sweetpuff perches on your shoulder and tweets a pretty song to accompany the various critter noises to be heard in this part of the forest.
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"Ah, that's all right," Nakia speaks up from her place bandaging a Wildwood Owl's leafy wings with moss and linens, "we always appreciate visitors, even if you leave with nothing, we're always happy to have made a new friend. Stay a while, won't you? There are many to speak to in the Thicket, you've only just scratched the surface."

After you've taken your fill of the warm and welcoming dragons of Mellowood Thicket, you try to make your way out. Undoubtedly you're followed by young hatchlings asking you to play, or perhaps one of the Elders wishing for a bout of conversation.
Before you leave a small chest is thrust upon you. It is green and has a stamp in the side boasting the Nature flight's symbol from the Gladekeeper himself. Ori insists that you take it, and you can feel how heavy it is.
"A small gift from us. We thank you for stopping by and we hope to see you again!" Ishmael rubs up against Ori's side and she pets the elk's scruffy fur.
"You're welcome to come back any time you like, especially if you would like to adopt from us!"