HiddenAuthor's Clan

the cool glow of the Starwood lit her away, the purple dragoness walked silently, her head low form the tiring day she had.
She long for her nest, curling up in the same den as the pearlcatcher that served as her right-wing and the imperial who was her left.
she let out a gruff sound, she found a nest it's eggs long since hatched and whisked away, Scura sighed, all the forgotten and whisked away weyrs, she spread her wings and flew up into the sky. letting her voice ring through the clouds for all who wanted to, to hear.
"Wind dances through the sky,
Earth grows strong and steady,
Fire burns bright and powerful,
Water waves both cool and forceful." Scura sang the roars of the other dragons in the skies and nests down below joining on with her song warmed her, filling her magic to the brim making her feel completely full.