Mauve

This hatchling has dreams of holding a star in her hands. She watches shooting stars fly across the sky, and longs to go where they have landed, hoping to see a star up close. She doesn't understand that stars are balls of gas, and falling stars are meteors, but it's best not to crush a youngling's dreams.

The Clan of the Crystal lights had many stars to watch over it, as well as the crystal lights themselves that made an appearance of the coldest and darkest of nights. The young dragon found herself drawn to and in awe of them. Sitting on a rock outside, watching the sky late at night to empty her thoughts.

Often thinking of her mother and her father, she found comfort with the nests in the clan even without her own hatchlings just yet. There she met Isnende, the male listened to her stories of the stars and what different things she had seen that day. The two became close and one day he said he'd take her out there, out higher than she had ever been.

It was a long flight, away from the fires of home but they sat there. Almost in the lights in the sky, finding peace in the quiet as they watched the sky, still not close enough to reach but close enough to find peace.

After a time her two twins were born, two males who were always getting themselves into trouble together but who also shared stories. Stories of the other dragons, of the snow, and of the stars. As they grew older and calmed down, the two would often sit on the cliffs and chart the stars, just as past members of the families did before them. Stars told many stories, about themselves and about the world... They wrote them down and showed them with the clan, making their mother proud.

As her boys grew, the female was sent on a escort task to bring a young dragon to the clan. The dragon in question was a young female who she became close to even after the mission was over. Sêr would often come up and sit with Mavue, or play with the twins.