Naga

Progen, Female
Mate: Dura

Photo by Ecxcabre

Welcome to my clan little one. Yes, little one, this is my clan that I built all around. My mate came and brought me wonders of the world, and I claimed him as mine own. But that is a story for another time, little one. You wonder about me, do you not?

I am the chief, an elder of great purpose, and no one tells or does anything without mine knowing it. You think I rule this land with an iron fist? No child this is definitely not the case. I rule this land with a gentle, and kind hand, often giving mercy, to those strong or weak alike. But I do so firmly, if I wish this land to survive. The great father was kind to us, we have only lost one egg due to the accursed egg rot, and that alone, is enough.

So many have left us in service to the Windsinger. Many of my children whom i miss so much. I know they are well cared for and protected up there, but do I get to see them again? No. Take pity on an old mother child, for i will be here, from the beginning when I started this clan anew to the end, when this clan is but a ghost of what it once was. Heed my words child, friends and family help make up who you are, but no one can change what you are. Good night child. Come back soon.