Desperately wanted her clan to become her charge. Unfortunately, still hasn't found one. Roaming Sornieth in an attempt to stumble upon it led to the clan's semi-nomadic tendencies.

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She'd spent years now trying to answer a single question. Often she allowed herself to dwell on the words, turning them over again and again in her mind until they'd nearly lost all meaning. A mantra to spur her forward, one foot after another. Sometimes, she believed it might be this way forever. She'd been eager when she was younger, rejoicing along with her clan each time a hatch mate found their charge. They'd listened to the stories since birth: guardians finding loved ones, mystical objects, undiscovered locations, clans of their own... Each sibling who found their charge proved those stories true. And so, her excitement had grown. Back then, she'd never expected to be where she was now. If she was being quite honest, she'd actually expected to simply stumble upon it, expected her life's meaning to appear in front of her as if by magic. She'd seen it happen to others, realizing that their charge had been right in front of them for some time. She'd begun to think of a clock inside of her, ticking down to some date unknown. When it finally ticked over to zero, she'd turn her eyes in just the right direction and see it, right before her, the most meaningful thing about her life made real. The thing that made her life matter. If only things were so simple.

She had held onto hope for too long. After all of her siblings were gone, forging ahead with their charge to guide them, she had still found herself exploring every nook and cranny of her home. She had made sure to witness the hatching of every single egg. She had greeted each visitor eagerly, a searching look in her eyes, heart fluttering with anticipation. Children hatched, visitors passed through, and still she found herself searching. Paths long in disuse by her clan were suddenly hers for daily journeys spent clawing desperately through ancient rubble for arcane artifacts long since fallen from memory, a creature living in the deep, longing for her care, books that contained arcane secrets that could surely change everything. She had spent so much time looking, waiting, refusing to give up, that she didn't notice as her clan began giving up on her. Every new month spent without a charge led to further isolation. There were many who refused to look her way. Despite the hope she'd clung to, she couldn't explain to them the promise of that clock ticking away inside. She'd plead with the clan elders for more time, but the strained certainty in her voice caused them to shake their heads in disgust.

She couldn't convince them to let her stay. She'd tried, halfway begging at first but soon realizing that the decision had been made months ago. There was no proof that she would ever find her charge, and not for the first time, she wished that internal clock was visible on her skin, broadcasting to all who doubted her that her time would come eventually. So she'd bitten her tongue until blood seeped into her mouth, silent as the elders read out her punishment. She'd willed herself not to shed a tear, not to show her pain. The dragons she'd grown up with seemed relieved as the elders announced their decision to strip her of her family name. Her mother had closed her eyes, breathing deeply, disappointment etched across her face. How had it come to this? Why had the gods refused to show her her charge? As the elders burnt her name from the clan's records, their leader turned to face her. He drew himself to his full height, towering over her, towering over many of the guardians around them in the darkness. "You have been stripped of your name and of your right to call yourself a member of this clan. Leave this place, and forget the paths that lead here. You are no guardian," he spit out. She refused to look away from his burning glare, refused to break eye contact with the dragon that had been her father. After several long moments, he whispered,

"What is a guardian without a charge?"

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potential lore written by others



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Scattered 12/12/2016 originally Goldenrod / Magenta / Grey

uhhh... Spiral Metallic/Tox/Lace ?
or Spiral Metallic/Hypnotic/Runes
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algae / honey / camo
7/26 plum / chocolate / olive
amber / indigo / spruce