Viviane

Viviane remembers what it was like when the clan was prosperous. Food was bountiful. The nests were occupied with dragon pairs and there were so many waiting impatiently for an open nest. Numerous hatchlings moved about the grounds trying to grow up to be the strongest of the group and young and old dreamed about the future generations and how blessed they currently were. But, then the golden age ended.

A sudden change happened one season that ruined the clan. Eggs that were waiting in the nests grew cold and didn't grow, dragon pairs couldn't produce new eggs, dragons of all ages began to succumb to an illness that no one knew how to cure. So many young dragons with potential exalted to the Tideweaver. So many old dragons with years of wisdom to pass down exalted to the Tideweaver. The remaining dragons waited for their prayers to the Tideweaver to be answered.

Viviane fell ill to the sickness as well. Her wings began to grow fragile as her plumage fell out and her body could only regrow these clear, fragile feathers so flimsy and feeble that she could no longer fly.