Cicero

Cicero Clan Leader Frozen Goblin Familiar The eyes of the Icewarden. (Crystalline Gala Holiday Familiar 2017.) 0 Strong, gentle, loyal, Blind clan leader Cicero clearly comes off as a fatherly figure, though he can seem a little distant to those who aren't close to him. He is generally quiet, preferring to watch his ever growing family from afar, using the ice to keep a watch for beasts or terrors that might threaten his clan. He is especially close to Ailia and is most likely to seek her out. Whenever he does speak, he speaks low and mumbly, sometimes hard to understand, and is more likely to be mumbling to himself than other people. He does like to laugh though and enjoys social dragons who are happy to fill the silence he leaves. He is happy to be the strong leader the clan needs, happy to be assumed as wise, and ever caring for his large, odd, family. Despite his seemingly cautious nature he is nowhere near above getting into mischief and odd situations.

Born blind and mute, Cicero didn't learn to see for a long time, and even now his sight doesn't match how others think of sight. Through some innate magical connection, Cicero gradually developed a connection to the frozen wasteland in which he lived, sensing his surroundings through the frost. The ice was thick but shook with vibrations from other dragons, cracks and crunches in the snow of approaching footsteps, distant gorges deep beneath the ice waiting for heavy footed dragons to stomp on them and tumble down into the depths. The ice had flows the same way the sea did, Cicero gradually learning how to tune into them, and slowly his magic developed. Soon, his voice came to him, a mumbling growling tone, not quite words, not yet, but the ice responded, shifting beneath his feet. His family had long since given up on the runt of their litter, but the ice listened, and the gorge that one of his siblings had been about to fall into closing over with a rumble. His magic only grew, Cicero carefully experimenting with how much the ice listened to him and how it responded, very carefully finding his voice as he grew into a strong young dragon, much to his family's surprise.

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It was no accident Cicero broke off from his original family. He hadn't intended to found his own clan, but he knew his didn't respect him. Normally the frozen wastes of the Southern Ice Field are no place for a lone dragon, but Cicero felt nothing but welcomed and safe in the ice. He lived for years like that, travelling where he pleased, following the flows and sways of the ice, until he was a mature elder dragon, skilled in manipulating the ice beneath him to defend himself, and independently finding his way around and surviving, nae, thriving, on his own.
He met the first member of his clan when she came crashing down into the water of the Frigid Floes. The ice moved and started to seal over the water where she'd landed. Cicero whispered to it and the ice moved apart, a little berg lifting the small, freezing, wind born tundra. She'd been trying out her first flight when she'd been blown all the way from the Windswept Plateau to over the Southern Icefields and come crashing down.

Somewhat reluctantly, Cicero near enough adopted her, teaching her how to find food in the ice fields, how to find shelter, and she grew up strong and adapted to the frozen planes. She and Cicero stayed close as their newly found clan continued to grow.