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The clan who prided themselves within their light heritage were flabbergasted at the new hatchling's appearance. Eyes as bright as the sun, yet the mark of the Arcanist weaved into the skin atop his head. Though no matter, after all he was still light aligned, and that is all that mattered in the end. When he was old enough, they gifted him a cloak, and he donned it, hiding away the mark that gave away his light allusion.

For years he lived quietly in his clan, studying to make his mother and father proud, and letting the stars awe him as he lived out his years. But it seemed that his infatuation with questions that held no answers and the sweet beckoning of the stars was too much for the clan. So under the guise of a "light rep" they sent him off to various clans, but never did he seem to fit in for long, often sent back to where his journey began. Luckily for the clan, they had joined forces with a nearby Arcane clan, and with best of hopes that they'd keep him, they cast him over there.

Nyx was more than graciously accepting, as she was in need of a caretaker for the library that was being built at the moment. So he eagerly made his way there, now doing what he enjoys most. His work is greatly appreciated by Nyx, and the two are rather close friends.