Queen

Intelligent, aggressive

As a hatchling she liked to sneak away from the nursery after being put to bed. She learned quickly that her dark colors would help her hide in the low light. She always went straight to the royal chambers, where her mother would discuss the clan’s business, and sometimes battle strategy with her subordinates. Vargella would wedge herself in a shadowed corner and drink up every word her mother said. As she got older she realized her mother had always known she was there, and had been using this time to teach her how to rule the clan. Evenings spent in the corner became nights spent by her mother’s side, hours spent playing turned to days of sparring and meetings. Vargella never minded: this is what it took to be a queen, and she hungered for it.