Cecilia

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Cecilia is a quiet gal with sharp, knowing eyes. Raised by her foster mother, Cavalry, and taught how to defend herself at the same time, she's deliberately cautious with her words and how she moves around others. Sometimes, one may find her perched in a dead tree, gaze turned to the sky and mumbling something about stars and towers and crashing gates.

It's all she remembers of home, of before she was found by her ridgeback parent. Before they stumbled upon the clan led by an odd wildclaw and his mysterious lover - of course, it seemed only she knew how deep their bond went. Others called them friends or co-workers, and it confused Cecilia, how blind her clanmates must be to not see what the two were.

Perhaps it was her heritage to just know things, to see or touch someone and just know. Sometimes she would listen to the older dragons and they'd tell her about seers, about dragons who knew things that they shouldn't, couldn't know, that they saw glimpses into a future both chaotic and set in stone.

Cecilia found herself disagreeing with the elders - the future was never set in stone. After all, she should have died out there, all alone, and Cavalry wasn't meant to find her.

Perhaps no one was meant to find her.

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