Havi

Havi's mind kept wandering as he went through his regular chores, which was gathering insects out on the Wastes at that moment. After he snatched yet another cinder moth out of the air he marvelled at the glowing stream in front, widening to become a full lava flow ahead. Much further beyond he looked to the Great Furnace, it's billows of smoke never ceasing to pour out and the glowing orange oozing from cracks on the surface. It was an awe inspiring sight.

Many of his siblings before and after him had gone to serve the Flamecaller within the centre of the Ashfall Wastes, and though he loved his birth home, he felt hesitant to follow them. He didn't want to chain himself to a fate he could never return from, even when he did feel fondness for the flame mother. He wondered if she was mad at him for not choosing her. He muttered an apology as he continued his task.

When he had filled a satchel full of insects, he returned to the lair, his frills drooped as he felt increasingly guilty. He placed his bag in the food storage cavern. When he came out he was startled to see a bright blue tundra with fire eyes, an orange stripe and glasses standing before him.

"Hello Havi! What has your spirits low this fine morning?" He says with a concerned smile. Havi remembered his name was Kenny, the clan's resident Flambebe. It was said the Flambebe's had the strongest connection to the Flamecaller.

The Fae cleared his throat as he perched on a nearby rock, making him eye to eye with the Tundra. "I'm not sure what I want to do."

Kenny nodded his shaggy head knowingly. "I noticed you have stayed longer than most. I sense you are worried about what path is right. Do not worry if you do not want to serve Mather." [This was the name Flambebes always used to refer to the fire deity] "I think there is a different fate for you."

Havi perked up, surprised that he guessed so perfectly. "How did you know?"

"Whispers in the flames." Kenny answered as he gave a cheeky smile. "I think Mather wants you to know, it is okay, she is not mad."

A weight suddenly lifted from the small dragon's chest and his frills lifted to it's full height. "Thank you, but what do I do now?"

"Leave this lair and you will find your path, and a new home. I think it is not far." The Tundra stated simply. "That is all I know."

"Just leave?" Have felt very nervous about the prospect of leaving without a destination. "I hope you aren't lying."

"No small one, I would not!" He said. "The flames tell me what Mather wishes, and she wishes her blessing's on you. May the ember in your soul stay lit."

Havi felt a strange warmth is his chest suddenly flare up for a few seconds. It felt pleasant, causing his toes to tingle, then it died down. He supposed that was the confirmation he needed to know the tundra was telling the truth. "Thank you" he said as he flew up to tell his parents and clan mates goodbye.


Name derived from Havila; Means "stretch of sand" in Hebrew.