carudnick's Clan

A lot of different styles of composition, all beautiful music.

You peek over the edge of the canyon, curious about the cacophonous noise. As you look down into the lair, you nearly are hit with a flying book of sheet music. A large Tundra quickly flies up from the side of the canyon wall and catches it before it is damaged, giving you a stony glare. He returns to his heated discussion with a male Skydancer, holding the music close to his chest.

Over on the far wall of the canyon, a horde of musical instruments has been gathered and carefully arranged. A few Guardians are carefully taking inventory, checking the tune, and trying to untangle a Spiral dragon from a harp without damaging either.

Dragons of all sorts are milling about, with the majority writing or in similar animated arguments. Hatchlings are flying in choreographed dances above their Mirror teacher, signing sometimes harmonious tunes or snippets of a new opera.

It is a very noisy place, but it is never lacking in conductors.