Charliechalky's Clan

(Please forgive the formatting, I'm fairly new to FR and don't really know what I'm doing)

This is just the text/lore of my lair for the moment.

Three Generations Ago, a young Fae made her way from the fields where she had hatched alone in an abandoned nest. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she couldn't remain there under the blinding sun on the open plain.

Keeping above the ground but below the tops of the tall grasses, she crept her way towards a distant gleam of white on the sunlit horizon. After two days of apprehensive travel, the white gleam gained clarity and seemed to shift from a bright beam to a towering structure.

The base of the Sundial Terrace loomed before her, her shadow cast in grey on its white walls. A great Pillar pointed towards the sky, shaped like a broken arrowhead, its own shadow cast in sharp relief to the reflection of the sun on the ancient stone.

Zizut, as she had called herself, felt suddenly smaller than she ever had in the face of such an ancient structure, but she swallowed down her discomfort and took flight towards the edge she could just barely see over at the summit of the wall.

Her wings spread and fluttered as she rose over the top of the great Dials base, and she looked on in awe at the expanse stretching before her. A great stone circle, upon which she could see other dragons for the first time.

Suddenly she could understand why the ruins were so massive, as many of the dragons she could see in the distance were a great deal larger then herself. Most dragons seemed to be in transit, moving around and over the sundial and towards a row of great white columns further on.

For a moment Zisut felt a sense of despair, was she doomed to forever live in the shadows of giants? But her eyes caught on bright flash of colour, a market a little further from her, and there were dragons there that were her size!

She flew towards the market faster then she had flown in days, a flurry of delighted, nervous energy. Her heartbeat matched the beat of her wings as the markets crowds crept closer. She was so focused on reaching the cloth stalls and familiar looking crowd that she failed to notice another dragon flying into her path. She crashed right into him, and sent them both to the ground.

Zisut immediately her apprehension in her throat once more, as she looked at the Fae she had just crashed into with embarrassment. Instead of moving to attack or berate her, he just laughed and asked her where she was going in such a hurry, she blinked, and told him why she was there.

"Well, my name is Yrrini, and I can show you around the dial market if you want, but keep in mind its only here for three days of the month, and never during the Arcane Holidays"

Despite this rather abrupt introduction, Zisut and Yrrini became quite fond of one another over the day's of the market, and when the time came for the merchants to pack up their stalls and tents and make their way home, Yrrini decided to stay for his new friend, so she wouldn't have to be alone while she looked for a new home.

Zisut went back to the edge of the Dial where she had seen other dragons for the first time, and slipped down into a crevice she had noticed when she arrived. As she had suspected, the crack in the Dials base was larger than it seemed, and kept comfortably warm inside due to the constant sunlight.

It was a perfect place for a Fae lair, though she didn't know it. Yrrini stayed by her side as she explored this hidden space, and helped her make it into a home where she could live comfortably. When she was finished, she asked Yrrini to stay with her here for the rest of their lives, as she was sure she'd be worse off without him.

He said yes, and together they began a family that would grow into the White Column Hive, a small but welcoming lair that accepts Fae of all elements and dragons of all species, regardless of origin or appearance.