Warden

"I knew what I sought to Protect was in the lands of the Plaguebringer. I had gone far from my home to Search, only to return with this deep understanding that what I was to care for was within my own known world.
I sought in wider and wider circles from my Hatch Clan. I no longer knew anyone where I was. But I knew more of who I was. I became familiar with the clans as my Search narrowed. But they did not know me. From a Distance I saw their lives but I felt no draw to speak with them and find my Charge."

"It was many months before I knew. The Lights of the Wastes seemed to dance with me as I found him. My Charge, given to me by that inhospitable world. He looked like a newborn Fae. For a wild moment I thought he was an abandoned new hatching. Curled against a particularly large feather, the rest bundled around him with large clothing scattered everywhere. I'd almost say they were Coatl feathers. I kept one. I have it here tucked behind my fin." If you ask politely she might show you the slightly tattered beige feather, a crest feather by the look of it, if you know them well enough.

"He was dying. So we came to the Domain of the Gladekeeper. Yes, it can be harsh here. But we are survivors and the air here is fresh. He needed that. I told him softly as I picked him from the feathers that I was there to save and protect him. He could call me as he liked. He called me Warden. Simply Warden. And so Warden I am. His Warden. My poor little Seed."