Shawds777's Clan

A lone human wandered herself deeply into the isolated reeds of what is known as the "Lesser Lair of the Zephyr Steppes". With only a cloak, a staff, a flute, and a bag of sustience, tight with dried non-perishables; a woman known as Shards nested in dragon territory. As moon rise slipped by, slowly falling to the turns of the universe, Shards dreampt of a spiraling dragon beast- one of mint and white- imperial, its pale green eyes evoking her, lying about the wilderness. Two more beasts accompanied Shards, though during wakefulness- the fae and tundra she learned came to be called "Spritla" and "Wildfire". Another dragon master, Jay, also built upon the clan with many children of HIS beasts; yet those that bare scale and extend wing do not only bare teeth, nor extend malice- ye, not only beasts. Companions. Friends. Akinned by the battles surrounding the small clan, Shards vowed to never exile a dragon of her endeared dragons. Not grown... neither babe... "The needs of these dragon gods are opposite of honorable to the lives of this family", the woman declared while gazing proactively towards the draglings.

The woman sings in flute to the young ones by nightfall and by the morn, attuning to all that sleep light or heavy. Staff in hand, she dodes over all under five days, still generously given by her brother Jay; and frequently. Seen as their "ma" they are as her own.

Whenever a new addition comes to the clan, it being a young one; the members flock to its nest in a flurry of excitement and enthusiasm, no matter what its flight is.

When the clan accepted Svfalla under their wings, Shards declared: You are the broom of the cosmos, sopping up the fall and drift- it's heavenly dust. You are Space Fall, but in your heart, you are Svfalla.