Vinedoe's Clan

Note: I do not exalt adopted and given dragons, only those I bought with coin or those descended from Syor.



Syor, the blind dancer who twirls in the wind.
Kings dance to her rhythm,
Fly to Windsinger! Bare your wings!
She continues to dance,
Roar, howl to the sky!
For while she dances, her kings and her young,
They dance to the pure song of the wind.
With each dance, Syor's heart beats more quickly,
As the wind calls out through the hollows of her eyes.
The music dies away on a whisper as Syor is swept from the stage.
To tend to her nest, to seek her new king.

(Thanks for reading, and welcome to my profile! My lair has more lore sprinkled around. It's currently all a work in progress.)