cocoafairycat's Clan

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Dragons yelling in caps lock is my aesthetic.

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As you approach this lair, a pretty lavender fae comes forward. "A visitor?" She looks at you with slight disapproval. "Well, that's fine, I guess. I am Heliotrope, clan leader. Hold on, let me fetch my husband. PROYSEN!!"

The tiny dragon's voice is a surprising force. A mirror rushes out of a hole in the cliff. "Heliotrope dear, what--oh. It's just a visitor. Welcome. I am Proysen."

"You'll take care of this one, right dear?" Heliotrope is already flying away. She can't be bothered with visitors. Proysen, on the other hand, is quiet but cordial. He follows his wife to where her favorite grandchildren are practicing their singing. Their names are Cobalt, Ultramarine, and Cerulean, and they call themselves the Blue Fae Group. Their parents, favorite aunt, and favorite uncle look on. Cobalt tells you that they plan to perform for the clan after sunset so that NightSky can watch. "Not the actual sky, duh, but our night guard. She sleeps in that den," he adds, pointing to a hole at the top of the cliff. "Don't go in there. She's grumpy if you wake her up in the middle of the day."