Agathon is the daughter of Atlas and a wandering male that took residence in the lair for a short time before moving on. Though her siblings have gone off, offering their services to others, she has remained. She often lurks in the back of the cave, concealed by the shadows and her dark colors. She's moody and tends to act more masculine than the other females. She also prefers to be called 'Agathon' rather than her birth name. Perhaps in time she will socially adjust, but for now she finds comfort in the dark recesses of the cave among the dripping stalactites.

Or perhaps she's just avoiding her mother.


Update: Speaking of her mother, it seems Atlas was not content watching her soon-to-be breeding age daughter do nothing but lurk and mope. She went out herself to find her a mate. Imagine Agathon's surprise when into the lair walked a male guardian the spitting image of herself. The only difference was his green eyes, denoting himself of the nature flight. She did everything she could to give the mild-mannered interloper the cold shoulder, but he persisted. Patiently waiting in the dark of the cave nearby. Unable to tolerate any more days of uncomfortable silence, she finally relented and spoke to them. Since then she has come to accept and possibly even enjoy his company, though she is still unsure about the idea of having a clutch of her own.