Peridotite

Peridotite grew up during the time leading up to the great Tragedy, but though she hatched into a time of dark, her childhood was full of light, at least mostly. Though one of her nestmates, her brother Dolorot, had not listened to his dreams, she did. She knew that if she was having dreams whispered from the waves, she ought to listen, no matter how odd they seemed.

Leto, her mother, had sheltered Peridotite and her nestmates from the darkness of the lair with a fierce vigilance. Only rarely did Leto not check on them during the day when they were with Kaimana, and every night Leto took them back to her den, even as they grew larger and the space became cramped.

The lair seemed always bright to Peridotite, but she heard whispers in her dreams, and sometimes it seemed, in waking hours, that the very waves spoke to her. The whispers told her to look more closely, to think again, that all was not as it seemed.

And she heeded them. Surely her mother couldn't be a fearsome warrior--surely she was a peaceful gardener. But no, her mother was a warrior. And the lair was in grave danger.

Unsure what to do, she continued in her normal path, though constantly alert now. From the few times she tried to ask if her mother was a warrior, she knew that her mother was determined to shelter her, so, lacking guidance on how to battle the threat, she turned to excelling where she could. Surely, somehow, she would be able to help the lair, if she nurtured her talents and practiced. Surely one of them would be helpful.

As she grew, she became a better and better flier, and began to dedicate her time to that, as well as some minor study of divination magics. She never was very good in battle though, and seemed to end up hurting herself, no matter how hard she tried. Consequently, she focused her efforts on scrying and flying, wheedling permission from Leto to go be with Lneaua and Tzofiya for lessons.

By her adolescence, she was phenomenal in flight, and Khepri fitted her with a custom vest and wingset for flying. Together, they helped her fly longer distances and measure distance, altitude, and other pertinent information.

Thus, on the day of the attack, she helped, or, more accurately, tried to help, fight back the maren, but when the emperor arose, it was clear what she had to do. She flew to an allied clan in Arcane territory while most others evacuated. Within a day and night, she reached them, and she flew back, now with reinforcements.

After the Disaster, her charge became clear. She was the messenger of the clan. Her charge was to aid her clan with her skill in flying. She could help defend by summoning allies or leading attackers away. She could deliver urgent (and not-so-urgent) messages far and wide. She could deliver small parcels. This was her charge: to fly, doing reconnaissance and delivering anything that needed to be delivered.

In addition to being the messenger and currier, she often works with Dikorell when he needs surveying of the shores of the Sea of a Thousand Currents for his cartography.