Cimorene

Of Ohdaviing's many offspring, Cimorene was the only one who chose to stay within the clan's borders of her own accord. Fawned over by all who met her, she quickly developed a princess-of-all attitude. Once, when she was just a wee lass, she wandered beyond the clan's land and into a nest of wild mirrors. Confronted by the angry stares of at least a dozen dragons she let her tongue slip between her lips, flicked her tail and tasted the air.

"What's for dinner?" She hissed expectantly, rolling her tail up in a defensive posturing as she snaked her way between the bewildered dragons. "It smells of roasted fish, me thinks!" With a sly grin Cimorene snatched a morsel of fish from the jaws of one particularly hungry mirror; she promptly devoured her tasty new treat before it's jealous eyes. Cimorene leapt from the den as soon as she heard the snarling begin, and with no small amount of joy she led the wild pack in chase from the treetops, using her slender figure and graceful balance to move effortlessly along the narrow branches on the underside of the canopy. The mirrors were unfortunate enough to chase her well into Ohdaviing's holding, where they were promptly set upon by Cimorene's parents.

"You musn't wander about beyond the border." Ohdaviing hissed at Cimorene as he plucked the teeth from his fallen foes. "You have no understanding of the outer world. How many times have I told you this, wee one?" Cimorene felt the daggers in her back, she knew well the look she was receiving.

"Calm yourself, Father." Cimorene hissed softly, "I went only to the Elderwood. No further East nor North. I know where Her lands begin. I can smell Her." She needn't look to know the roll of her father's eyes, but she had never lied to him. She could smell the Shadowbinder even from the clan's innermost Circle. "Tell me, Father," She turned to face him, her tail subconciously curling behind her on the ground--a defensive stance she had learned from her father himself--as she stood herself tall and defiant. "Why am I not allowed to answer Her call? She beckons me and you ask of me to refuse? To affront Her, our Mother?" To this, Ohdaviing sighed.

"Why would our Mother call to you, child? What would she need of a lowly Coatl, she who rules our sacred forest? You goad yourself with this ridiculous notion of importance." Ohdaviing slapped the ground with his tail, the sound reverberating off of the forest around them. "She would eat you for breakfast, child." Cimorene stared defiantly for a moment before she spoke again.

"Very well, Father of mine. If you will not hear my words then you will hear my actions. I shall show you that Her call is real. I shall show you that she is in need of me; or I will show you that you are right, and she will eat well for breakfast today." With those words she leapt to the nearest tree, and with nary a note to be heard she disappeared into the canopy. This is the last Ohdaviing saw of his favored kin.