Wisp in the wind

Wasteland Spectre. That's what they used to call me. Back in my old clan.
Back when I was still residing in the realm of the Plaguebringer.
Silent and reserved are the words that most dragons use to describe me. Careful. Reluctant.
By no means have I ever been known as particularly sociable, or lively.

That is not to say that I do not enjoy having company.
Merely that I have never been one to keep a large circle of friends, or trying to uphold a network of contacts.
A few will do, and I don't think I would feel comfortable sharing my friendship with more.

So perhaps it was not a surprise when I left the Wasteland.
After all, with the loss of my closest friend, what would have kept me there? I'm a wanderer at heart, and when there's nothing that keeps me in a place, I will not linger.

My name is Lumia, and to be truthful, I am not sure what drew me to this place.
It may be a little odd of me to have sought out a clan that has ties to the one I left. But somehow, I'm here. They said they'd take me in, and it felt like the right thing to do at the time.
I'm not sure if they have what it takes to bring me back out of my shell. But it can't hurt to let them give it a try. There is no haste, after all.