Cozette

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Arrival in Clan: The young guardian surveyed her new home with curious eyes. She had heard the whispers in her previous lair. The Clan leader had confronted her several times about her ability to stay on task. The rumors flew that she had no work ethic, the worst accusation that could possibly be leveled at a Lightning dragon. She had been more than willing to follow the dainty skydancer to a new Clan with the promise that a change of scenery would revive her interest and engage her curiosity. As she watched the bustling, busy lair, the guardian nodded. She would do well in this place. She tilted her gaze to the skydancer who called herself ‘Cassandra’ and was the leader of this Clan, “Thank you for taking a chance on me.”
Enigmatic golden eyes glittered and Cassandra nodded, “We are a Clan of many varied interests. I am confident you will find the one that suits you best. Have you been given a name yet?”
“Not yet, no,” her head dropped, “I believe they knew I would not be staying.”
Cassandra nodded again. A mischievous light appeared in her eyes and a sudden puff of smoke enveloped the young guardian. When it cleared, she was looking in astonishment at her gleaming white underbelly which had been hidden until now, “We will call you...Cozette. Welcome to the Clan.”

Significant Events: The most significant event in the life of any guardian is discovering their Charge. Cozette was no different in this, though it took her down a path she had never expected…
Pausing at an entry into a smaller side cavern, Cozette managed to wedge herself through the door in and look around. A spark of curiosity lit in her eyes and she attempted to pull a scroll from its shelf. There was the sickening sound of parchment ripping and the scroll fell in two halves to her feet. Using the tips of her claws, she tried to pick it up and match the pieces back together. Another scrap fell to the ground and as she tensed in frustration there was the sound of another rip.
A questioning trill caught her attention and Cozette turned to see Cassandra hovering just high enough off the ground to meet her eyes, “Do you need assistance?”
“I was drawn here,” Cozette admitted after a moment, “I need to be here.”
“In the Archive?” Cassandra’s head tilted, “Why?”
Cozette looked around, “I...I have to protect it.”
That seemed to bring the skydancer up short, “You mean the Archive is your Charge?”
Another long silence and Cozette nodded, “It is. But,” she looked at the torn parchment, “I’m the one it needs protecting from…”
Cassandra looked thoughtful, “There is...a possible solution, but…”
“What is it?” Cozette looked up, her eyes brightening with hope.
The skydancer fluttered off and returned with something in her front claws, “Just as magic revealed the white coloration you bear, it can...change you. This,” she held up the scroll, “will transform you. Into a Tundra. My previous mate, who cared for the Archive before, was a Tundra. You would have the dexterity and...smaller stature to make working in here feasible. However…”
“If I am no longer Guardian, I will not have a Charge,” Cozette finished for her.
“Possibly,” Cassandra replied, “You may retain that. I was not born as you see me now. And I have retained...mannerisms that confuse others. It is up to you. There may be another solution I just haven’t seen yet.”
“No,” Cozette took a deep breath, “Do it. I will take the chance. I have to.” She braced herself as the magic washed over her and after several minutes looked up to where Cassandra still hovered. She stood and shook herself, feeling the shaggy fur settle over her body. Picking up the pieces of the torn parchment, she fitted them together and repaired them with a satisfied nod. When she turned back around, Cassandra had landed and was watching her. A content expression lit Cozette’s face, “I will care for the Archive now. I am the Lorekeeper.”

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Other Facts: Cozette idolizes Cassandra and tries to achieve the same level of grace and serenity. She's not terribly successful, but she keeps trying!

Alternate Flight (if any): A toss up between the scholars of Light and the historians of Ice.

Notes:
Cozette is named after my nutty cat who shares her colors.