Hiems

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Heims was a gift toThe Rugged Outskirts, from Clan of the Spiritstone. Given as a hatchling, his lifeline was what brokered peace between the two clans. Upon his arrival, he was shown to a spot in the lair with a constant sprinkling of snow, and a bright green spruce tree to play in and around. Surprised at the warm welcome he received, he was confused. Wasn't the Shadow domain full of spiteful beings who only wanted to end all other clans? Settling in, he began note taking on each and every other dragon in the cave. Sitting on the highest branch of the spruce, he spent days watching all the others, taking note that everyone was gentle and kind. After finding no aggression in the others, he finally decided to leave the safety of his spruce tree and talk to the others. As he approached a male Fae the color of blood, he was nervous...was this his decided fate? He sighed and stepped forward. "Ah, the young newcomer wishes to speak! What may I call you?" The friendly demeanor took Hiems by surprise. "H--Hiems--" the words were barely out of his mouth when the Fae circled him. "Strong stature, silver eyes, and wise beyond your years." A faded smile crossed his face. "I hope you come to think of this lair as your home. We work, fight, and play together, so if one falls, we all do." Glancing at Hiems he sat with his tail curled around him. "So...will you stay?" "I can leave?" A chuckle came from the parted maw as he looked at the old Fae. "You are not forced to stay young one. For whatever you wish, know we will help any way to let you reach your goal...so what say you?