Rust

Rust grew up in a life of traveling and trades, living among a traveling caravan since birth. She’s seen many parts of Sorienth through just her childhood, both rural and highly industrious. Her caravan’s wealth stood healthy enough for her to gift herself a new look, transforming her drab scales into something entirely precious, and speckled her body with art depicting the night sky, a reminder of what she first saw when she hatched on the coldest plains in the midst of the coldest season. Locals in lands that her caravan would visit sometimes tried to pursue her, yet she gladly turned down suitors. Suitors would even try to convince her to reveal her face, to which she shyly but stubbornly refuses. Romance isn’t something she’s currently intrigued by, as her heart belongs to her caravan.

Sadly, a violent downpour in Lightning territory separated her from her caravan amidst the dry desert land that tried its hardest to swallow every drop of rainwater that flooded the area. Rust woke up lost, battered, and alone, forced to wander the lands herself until Laddie’s clan crossed paths with her. Snagged between the choice of dying from dehydration and hunger, and joining a clan run by a horrifying individual, she clambered onto the choice of joining them, hoping that perhaps she’ll one day reunite with her caravan.

A quiet dragon who feels melancholic about being far away from the ones she cares about most, she tries to hold back her homesick feelings, grasping at the possibility her caravan is out there, alive. Until the truth is out, her heart peters like schrodinger’s cat, wavering between hope and hopelessness, never knowing which of the two shall die within her first. Yet she knows that if the truth turns out to oppose her beliefs, it’s still possible for her to find dragons who she could love as much as she loved her caravan’s troupe. Already, a few dragons like Alwaid and Gallus have considered her their friend, and recently a new unusual member has stumbled their way into her heart: A small human.