Wandering
Not all those who wander are lost, that's exactly not what
Girigodoro and
Shane were thinking, the first time they met each other. Two lonely souls, born under the sign of the Arcanist; one without a name, the other without a reason. In fact, it was Shane herself who gave a name to Girigodoro,
so tiny and quick, just like a bright ray of the great sun, that escapes the cloud's leaden imprisonment, while he became her reason. Such different creatures that almost couldn't understand each other, were united by their loneliness. The same loneliness that had been their only companion for such a long time.
Shane knew that she was done searching. She really was not so afraid of loneliness. It was in her gears, it was part of her, maybe her own engine. And yet, she knew that she would not ever let Girigodoro. Never. She could see it in his eyes, that he squinted in such a curious way when he was trying to understand what she was thinking; and she could feel it, in the way he used to move his crests, in his attempt to make himself understandable.
He, meanwhile, did not like to stay alone: a good reason to stay with that Guardian, even tho she was
definitely lacking some wheels, to his modest point of view. Never seen such an inexpressive dragon before, and
he had seen quite a lot of them. Maybe even too much, that's true, but none of them was quite so interesting. That Guardian had... that
something that he was looking for, and he surely wouldn't have let escape the occasion of spending some time with that bizarre creature.
In this way, willy-nilly, they decided to stay in the Starfall Isles, isolated but yet not enough to not be intercepted by a herd of tiny creatures, headed by an eccentric couple of Coatls.
Aiden and
Xerx, equally attracted by the tranquility of that place, decided to establish there,
for Girigodoro's joy.
The couple gently offered some...
small shiny metallic objects, not better identified to the other two dragons, that accepted them without really understanding their utility. But they shined, thought Girigodoro, so they were ok. And yet, no dragon was intentioned of leaving that territory, but they were not intentioned of fighting, as well. Sloth? Fear? Kindness? Maybe the first one, or maybe they were just pacifists. Either way, the solution became clear once the moon was rising. There was enough room for all of them, actually, there was a lot of room. They could easily live together, also with the herd of familiars that, apparently, Xerx used to hoard. She definitely had a passion for them, since the number was ever-growing.
So, the two Coatls declared, goodhearted, the couple that came before them, the “
Clan Leaders”, and Girigodoro was not just a little amazed. He just wanted a quiet, warm piece in which rest, maybe together with someone, that's true, but... leader of an entire clan? Really? In the end, it sounded nice, tho... a Fae like many onthers, no, a Fae that was left unnamed for so long... a clan leader...
And, over time, the four dragons started to know each other better -despite the communication problems- and decided what their clan was going to be, in what they were going to transform it. In an ever-changing world, full of uncertainties and fights, they were going to be a mainstay for lost dragons. Dragons that were looking for a bit of rest in a safe place, and maybe a little bit of love. A family, a bit messy one, that doesn't ask many questions but is always there for you, smiling. This way, little by little, the
Clan of the Falling Stars began to grow. Some dragons stayed there just for a little bit; others came to stay forever. Everyone had their place in that family, and everyone was ready to fight to the death in order to keep alive that lighthouse, that had welcomed them with its bright, warm, light of hope.