-I'm on EST(+3 hrs server time) and nocturnal, I keep odd hours.-

No, I will not sell any of my "three-digit" dragons. Please, do not ask.

However, feel free to ask me about any unnamed dragons at the back of my lair in the main tab. Or the second page of the ClockWorkShop.

Multi-Gaze warning for this lair. I have a soft spot for multi-gaze dragons, so there's a fair few of them in here. If that's something that bothers you, stay out of the Abyss tabs.

-@D&D normally on Fridays now, I might be difficult to reach, I'll check any messages late in the day.-



You find your way to an oddly decorated lair, now found on the shores and reefs near the Shoredeep Presage. There within, a number of unusual dragons can be seen.

As you approach the mouth of the lair, you see an Obelisk, her coloration is odd, Moon Skink, Wine Bee, and with a Maize underbelly. Bright blue eyes look out from black sclera. A sharp pair of saber fangs hook over her lower lip.

The Obelisk's muzzle curves is a polite grin, {Welcome to my clan, I am Lunara.}

You stare in confusion at the Obelisk. You swear you heard an odd beastclan member was said to run it along side a tundra and fae?

She giggles softly at your confusion, {You are confused I take it?} She smiles at you. {Wondering where the beastclan member is?}

You nod, perplexed, it was an odd clan, but the fact it worked for as long as it had left you wanting to examine it a bit closer. You ask about the rumor, and are surprised by amused expression the Obelisk displayed.

{Would you believe me if I told you you were looking at her?} She radiates calm contentment, it seems the Obelisk is enjoying your confusion. {Magic is a funny thing.} She says; and then with a cackle, whirling shadows and glimmers of light, the Obelisk is gone.

How- how is that possible? No water dragon should be able to do that, no dragon should be able to use other elements. What just-

The soft plodding steps of a Tundra reach your hearing, breaking you from your confusion as you turn around. A Navy and Ice colored ball of fluff approaches you, a much smaller Chocolate and Navy Fay perched on her back.

A bark of a laugh escapes the Tundra at your poleaxed expression, (You meet the Clan Leader I take it?) You nod, a touch hesitantly, and explain the rumor you chased to the clan. Both dragons nod, (Our leader is strange, I'm not sure she was ever really a member of the beastclans, or something else.) With a huff, she smiles, (Regardless, she has been kind, and her care for the whole clan is plain to see for how hard she works to keep us happy and loved.)

Wings flair as the Fae takes flight, hovering near enough to be heard. <Lady Lunara is an interesting soul.> His headfins flap in a series of patterns, and a low hum leaves his tiny chest. <We have existed on Sornieth for a long, long time now.> Dark blue eyes flash at you as he wings back to the Tundra, his mate, <Kindness given where others might not, all to see a smile on the recipient's face.> The pair head off, back into the depths of the sea-side caves. They stop at the mouth of the cave, and turn, the pair leave you with some parting words. <(Sometimes, all one needs is a little kindness, but one should also know when tooth and fang are needed in kind.)>

Curious words, curious words indeed.