Mynti

Mynti Norvascene
Court Jester

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Mynti was born into a clan of utter sorrow and division.
She never knew her father. She always asked her mother who he was, with which she would reply, "The clan is your family."
She knew her mother. Her mother, despite the strains of their waking nightmare, doted on the young dragoness however she could with treats, and games, and a hand-crafted marionette which she takes with her everywhere.
She knew her grandfather, whom she deemed as "Foofi" within her first years of speech. He had the most infectious laugh. His clan was in such utter turmoil yet he laughed and giggled and smiled through it all. Her mother told her that he was extraordinary. That, like her, had special abilities that no one quite understood. She'd try to regale the tales of her Foofi to those in his clan, or hers. Only two would listen. Others would either shuffle away uncomfortably, or simply brush her away so that they could continue on with their tasks.

Everyone was like that though, in their lair of life and death. They bury their attention in menial tasks to distract them from the reality. Mynti couldn't understand why, though. Why their smiles were forced, why some of her clanmates would sit there, sniffling and making those weird "buhbuh" noises. Her mother would tell her it wasn't always like this.

"What always wasn't like this?"

No matter how much was explained to her, Mynti couldn't understand the meaning of "sad". She, herself, never felt this thing called "sad". She understood dragons felt this. But she also knew that dragons could feel the thing called "happy".

THAT she understood.

She felt like she could make a difference though. To try and bring others joy. She got the clan tailor to fashion her the appropriate clothes for the endeavor. She was going to spread happiness through the clans!

They stared.

They did not laugh.

Mynti was chastised for pursuing such a silly profession. Told that she'd never be taken seriously.
She laughed. Laughed in their faces. Just laughed and laughed and couldn't stop laughing. It was almost unsettling.

She gave up on making others laugh. She didn't have time for cynics. Not when she knew things they didn't. The whispers on the wind coming from their scaled and feathered heads. Of secrets long buried within their psyche.

The lineage passes on. Auberdine felt that her child, too, was special. But so, so unpredictable. It was almost scary. Her siblings never made it. A wind dragon not having known how to care for pustules known as plague eggs. Yet the sole survivor was Mynti, and even she didn't seem...right.
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Despite her red eyes, Mynti was born with the free spirit of a wind dragon, thanks to her mother. Though, there is a somewhat volatile mix of both natures within. She's never felt sadness, personally. But she's seen it throughout her clan and her "Foofi's" clan. In fact she's almost incapable of feeling certain emotions, which has the clan somewhat on edge.

She's happy-go-lucky, always facing the day with a smile on her face. Almost everything makes her giggle, including the whispers flowing into her head from others' minds. Mental abilities seeming to run in the family, Mynti had recently discovered the ability to hear deep thoughts emanating from within a dragon's soul. While not quite the same as her mother's ability to see the dead, or her grandfather's ability to see the threads of fate, this familial connection seems to run deep..to their souls, one might say.