Stal

Stal
Founder and Perpetual Worry-Wart
"Ahhhhh wait no no n-- oh it's all ok. Never mind."
Stal is the worrisome co-founder of the Clan of Whistling Reeds. If you're looking for Stal, he's probably off in a corner, faaaaar faaaaar away from the more reckless dragons. Stal's constant caution comes in handy when helping his mate Mellohi tend to wounds, pointing out which wounds should be prioritized, and subsequently fainting the instant he sees how much blood is coming from it.
It's normally not a lot of blood.

Multiflight Hatchlings:
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The sun shone warm over the two fae’s backs. The ice-blue fae spread her fins out, basking in its comforting rays.
“This place will do nicely. The sun is warm here, and the reeds surrounding this place will provide privacy and safety,” she paused to admire her discovery, “This will be the perfect place. Do you like it, Stal?”
The red fae, his fins pinned back, stared at this strange new place, with its beating sun, and towering reeds.
“I don’t know. Will it get too warm, perhaps? And what about night time? Surely the beasts would be able to smell us out here, while we ourselves would be blinded by night’s shroud?”
The blue fae relaxed her fins. “There are no BeastClan tribes for miles, and there is plenty of shadow to rest under when the sun is too hot. Our clan will do just fine here.”
A gust of wind passed through the reeds. The blue fae spread her wings to catch the breeze, and up, up she was carried. The wind caught in the reeds, causing an ethereal tune to play all through the field.
“What iS THAT SOUND??” Stal shrieked, startled by the dissonant melody. “Mellohi do you hear it?”
The blue fae fanned her fins out wide, “It is the anthem of our clan!”
But her fins returned to their folded state; she could see her mate was still worried.
“Come now,” Mellohi cooed, lowering herself back to earth, “We’ll be safe in this lair. As will our children, when they come.” She rubbed her cheek against his, “And as will the many lost and wandering dragons who find their way into our family.”
Stal still had his doubts, but feeling his mate right next to him, warm and breathing, pushed some of his worry away and made room for a new emotion:
Love.
Stal closed his eyes, feeling Mellohi’s chest rise and fall, feeling her steady heartbeat. He trusted her. And furthermore, he trusted her decisions. However worried Stal may be, Mellohi knew what was good for them.
“We will have a grand family,” he sighed.
The warm sun slowly crawled back to its home behind the horizon, and the sky turned shades of violet, red, and orange. The two fae lay curled up on the cool soil, their breaths deep and calm. Tomorrow they would build a nest, but that night, they were far too tired from the excitement their first day on Sornieth brought. They would need all their strength tomorrow— the lair was yet to be called a home— for now, though, the founders rested, dreaming of the wonders the next day would bring.
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