WillowWinds' Clan

The zephyrs spread all over the land: brushing the wildflowers, pluming over ashen wastes and even whispering in tongues through bracken and stone ruins. It had no eyes to look upon the world, but had explored so far, so far. No wonder it kindled the spirits of so many, a guild of chimes lulling a young hatchling to slumber. She wanted this for them all; for her new family. Young and old, foreign and native to the streaks of the gales so strong.

A coven of dragons from all over Sornieth who gather, not for any one deity, but an ideology; that everyone deserves the freedom of outstretched wings clawing at the skies to lands far. But, it is so much more than that.