Catleya

As she enters the courtroom every dragon holds their breath. The long, sweeping golden robes of her station drag behind her. If there is any effort to walking with the stares of hundreds of dragons on her, Catleya, High Judge of Sanctuary, shows no sign of it. Her imperious gaze hidden behind the veil of her station. She takes her place at the head of the room, hands placed primly in front of her as she addresses the court. In a calm, steady voice, she addresses the room, "I now call to session this High Court, and call up my magistrates and the Lightbringer himself to lend me clarity on this case. Court is now in session." With the last words, there is a collective release of breath as the citizens place their trust in their Judge, long may she reign.


Catleya awoke in a field beneath the Cloudsong, with no memory of where she came from or how she got there. She wandered, trying for years to find her family and purpose until one day she had a vision. She saw a pair of huge silver doors and a blinding light, an immense feeling of peace came over her, like she had found a haven from her troubles. The vision gave her purpose, a goal, and a drive she'd never had before. Through a long process of failure and heartbreak she eventually found her way, Phalaen and Lythrum in tow, to the Sacred Lotus ruins. A huge temple to the Lighbringer forgotten by time, identifiable by it's huge silver gate. Slowly but surely she built Sanctuary up around it, crafting with her own hands the vision from long ago.

Now Catleya resides as the city's leader, their judge and moral compass in all ways. She is never found without Phalaen, her mate, a silent shadow by her side. As Sanctuary has grown, so has her mystique, and she's faded more and more from the public eyes. But many still know her as the lost, driven skydancer who tumbled and fumbled her way to power -- there's no one else they would follow.