Sesa

Maybe it's having relatively dull primary patterning and then vibrant amethyst wings, but Sesa loves to surprise people; she especially enjoys climbing up to a ledge that should be too high for a Tundra to reach without flight, but too narrow to land on, and leaping down onto larger dragons' heads, or right behind smaller dragons. It was this very tendancy that landed her both into trouble and a new clan.

One day Sesa decided to wander beyond the land surrounding her hatch clans lair and stumbled upon the entrance to Clan Lacrima. Thinking to make a few new friends she perched above the gaping entrance with barely contained mirth. She loved dropping onto the heads of other dragons best you see and by the size of this entrance there had to be plenty of enormous dragons inside. Approaching voice alerted her and she crouched down, ready to jump at a moments notice. When the head of a large female guardian came into sight she sprung... only to be gently bounced and rolled down a wing into a circle of hatchlings rolling with laughter.

"T'was a good try tundra, but next time you should perhaps stalk quietly. Even the hatchling's heard your giggling." The amused guardianess chuckled.

"Or perhaps choose a better target, little one. You just dropped onto the clan founders head." Grinned a second guardian. "Ishanti, what should we do with the little tundra? I am certain Aule could use help sweeping the forges."

Sesa swallowed. She had been looking to make friends, not earn chores. Relief flooded through her when the dark voiced guardianess shook her head. "Oh no, that would teach her nothing. She obviously requires greater instruction on the art of stalking her prey. She will accompany us while we teach the hatchlings."

While she had initially dreaded being taught stealth by two giants as if she were some hatchling she found the experience to anything but awful. Ishanti and her mate Frerin were patient instructors who spoke to their pupils as if they were adults instead of the 'simple' manner most other adults used. To her great surprise they were stealthy, moving through ruins and forests quieter than she could have imagined. Sesa proved to be a good student and before the end of the day even managed to catch Frerin off guard.

"Hmph, do not look so pleased. Less than a fortnight ago I was a Fae, you are only lucky I am still adjusting." Frerin grumbled as he ignored the high pitched squeals of laughter from the hatchlings at his feet. "Get down from there, and mind you don't drop on one of the little ones."

"Oh now wait a minuet, why did you call me a little one back at the lair? I am an adult I will have you know!" Sesa peered down the guardians snout with a huff.

"I am a guardian. Most dragons are little to me. Get down." Frerin laughed. "Your fur is tickling me and we are going to be late for dinner. Ishanti perhaps we should bring her back with us. She did a fine job today and deserves some of Dis's cooking."

The journey back to Clan Lacrima's lair went without incident (or pranks) and the clan took to the charismatic tundra rather quickly. The leader Ellemairea offered to allow Sesa to stay which she quickly accepted. She wandered all over the lair in those first few days and spent a great deal of time in the clan's libraries learning more about it's history. Soon a Zeeba with a pair of gene scrolls wrapped up in a large bow pranced over to her and refused to leave.

"Goodness hello there. And what are you doing with....! These are the gene scrolls from my wishlist!" She looked at the small tag tied to the scrolls. 'To Sesa, From an admirer.' If dragons could blush she would be pink from nose to tale but she happily accepted the scrolls while wondering who this admirer could possibly be. Another gift arrived for her, this time by carrier dragon. A small entourage of faeries fluttered from the carrier and hovered before the delighted tundras face.

This was not the last incident of gift giving. The final gift was a box filled with apparel and a small kitten. Sesa coo'd over the little grey feline as she scooped it up to consult the Librarian Kili on the clan's 'cat in the library' policy. She stopped in her tracks as she discovered Kili struggling to contain a box filled with kittens of every variety.

"Oh! Miss Sesa I- er - terribly sorry." The coatl struggled with his words as he abandoned the attempt to keep a black kitten from perching atop his head.

****stuff happens and she gifts her apparel to Ego in favor of more stealthy gear. She continues her stealth training and becomes the clan's recon expert***

~lore incomplete~

Sesa is the daughter of Quinta, the daughter of Quarta, the daughter of Dmitriyevna, the daughter of Zazi, the daughter of Kwen; her father, Canthuion, is the son of Mamaqtuq, the son of Mauve, the son of Zedan, the son of Elijah. All thirty-two of her great-great-great-grandparents are first-generation dragons; in other words she is a 'pure' sixth-gen dragon. Her name is Esperanto for "sixth", in honor of her father's mother, whose name is Esperanto for "fourth".