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Personal Style

Apparel

Winter Wind
Frigid Emblem
Chillspike Crown
Sky Blue Silk Scarf
Ghost Flame Cloak
Siren Sylvan Filigree
Siren Sylvan Lattice
Sky Blue Silk Sash
Siren Sylvan Bracelets
Siren Sylvan Anklets
Sky Blue Tail Bangle

Skin

Accent: Frozen Aurora

Scene

Scene: Icewarden's Domain

Measurements

Length
19.39 m
Wingspan
21.02 m
Weight
7800.71 kg

Genetics

Primary Gene
Storm
Petals
Storm
Petals
Secondary Gene
Violet
Shimmer
Violet
Shimmer
Tertiary Gene
Lavender
Glimmer
Lavender
Glimmer

Hatchday

Hatchday
Jan 27, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Breed
Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Eye Type
Ice
Unusual
Level 13 Imperial
EXP: 27575 / 45676
Scratch
Shred
Frozen Might Fragment
STR
43
AGI
5
DEF
5
QCK
20
INT
5
VIT
5
MND
5

Biography

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M I R A
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Archmage

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Magic is as biting as the snow and frost,
but I have learned to bite back—all teeth.


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blankblank Mira can’t remember a time when magic wasn’t a part of her life. She had to have been without at some point; she wasn’t born with snow storms coming out of her claws. But how did she live? How did she live without the cool, icy touch of her magic? Without the feel of it low in her stomach? Nowadays Ice is more than just her flight. It’s a part of her, crystals stuck in with feathers and creeping around her eyes. She is a being of frost and snow, right down to the marrow of her bones.

Perhaps it was when she was an adolescent. She’d woken to find her den slick with ice. It was straight out of a fairy tale, like she was an ice princess. She felt like one at the time, even if she did take years to master the talent, and even if she’d been tasked with dethawing the dens right after.

Ironically, it was a dragon who looked like the sun that helped hone her abilities.

Aelius was only a wandering soul back then, having found his way to the Icefields but unsure where to go from there. He was welcomed graciously into her home clan for a few days as he spoke of his travels, telling tales of Wind festivals and the trip over the great sea that separated Ice dragons from everyone else.

Mira was mesmerized. Not by the stories, although they were fanciful and nice, but by the dragon who told them. What was it that drew her to Aelius? There was a strength in him, a power that spoke to something within her, but there was also compassion and justice. Aelius was a dragon of truth and his very scales sung with it.

Perhaps that is why she happily joined him as he left their clan in search of another to visit. He seemed more than happy to have her company and was properly amazed at her Icy talents. She, in turn, loved listening to his stories for a second time as they passed into the next lair. In fact, she never grew tired of them.

When they found the Frozen-Sea Clan, they were in shambles, hardly a clan at all. They were little more than five dragons struggling to keep too many eggs taken care of and hatchlings fed. The few recruits they managed to get were lazy, undisciplined, and in dire need of a leader. They would not last like this for long.

Mira doesn’t know what made Aelius decide to stay with the Frozen-Sea dragons for so long. It went from a few days to a week, to a few weeks, to a month and then…they were too intertwined in the clan to ever think about leaving. Mira, meanwhile, knew what kept her there. It was the promise of starting something new, of doing so alongside a brilliant mind like Aelius’.

Because…sometime during all of their work, Mira knew she loved Aelius. She kept it to herself, knowing how much responsibility he had taken on since deciding to stay with the Ice clan. And when he became the new leader, well, that just made her secret that much more important.

So instead she trained, working hard to channel her magic in controlled yet powerful bursts. It was then that the ice started to become a part of her, creeping along her scales like frost. When she next saw Aelius—weeks apart from each other as he ran the clan—he stuttered into silence at the sight of her.

Mira had flashed her icy claws with a grin, believing that to be the cause of his silence, but his eyes never left hers.

“Run this clan with me,” he blurted out, forgetting, it would seem, his usual smooth way of talking.

Naturally, the request came as a surprise to Mira, and her smile fell off her face. She was hardly a leader, although she wasn’t exactly a follower either. She stuck to herself, trusted and trained herself, and believed in Aelius. That was all she’d known.

“Pardon?” she asked, just as caught off-guard as Aelius seemed to be over his own words.

“Er, well-” He tried to amend his statement. “I mean- Would you like to be the Archmage? You’re talented, Mira, more than anyone in this clan. And I- I trust you.” To Mira, that felt as heartwarming as the sun.

“You trust me.” The words came out hushed, almost disbelieving. “I… I trust you, too, but…”

“If you trust me,” he went on, before she could speak, “then trust in this. I know you can lead this clan. You’re brilliant, you’re persuasive. You know magic better than anyone I have ever met, and the dragons respect you.” His eyes seemed to glimmer as he praised her. “Please. I wouldn’t have it be anyone else.”

It was this that cause Mira to pause. No one else? Could she leave Aelius to lead this clan alone? Had she not been alongside him, alongside the other dragons, from the very beginning? Archmage… It was a title Mira had never considered. But now it was one she could not see belonging to any other.

“Yes,” she said at last, and Aelius seemed to melt with relief. “Yes, of course, Aelius.”

“Anything for you,” he replied with a bow, regaining his charisma. As a teasing afterthought, he added, “Archmage.” Ah, how she already loved that title.

So, she saw Aelius more and more. They were partners, co-leaders, and close friends. There was no one she trusted more than he. It only made sense, then, that when he whispered his love into her ear, she replied in kind.
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— Mated to Aelius
— Progeny: Vayira, Allanon, and Dresden
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To Frost

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