Falcon

Falcon, from a long line of Tundra dragons, started out as a humble bird keeper. Tasked with the job of keeping pigeons from his home, Falcon had always treated the birds with kindness and love. And then his home's event kick-started - an event called the Tournament.

The tournament was a place where dragons and familiars from far and wide would gather to compete. Magic, physical combat, games of precision and a presentation of wit and flair would all be held. Though he was newly born, this event would change his life forever, with the help of a Fae dragon who equaled his kindness towards the natural world.

Riwenaovul - an eccentric one, she was. Part of her troupe had taken to doing morning prayers on the deck - an event Falcon was more than welcome to. While the golden-furred dragon prattled on about his sun god, Riwen preached nature. The beauty of nature, trees, and the interconnectedness of it all. Falcon, as head bird-keeper, didn't mind when his crew paused in awe at her sermons; he was just as captivated as the rest of them. And then she was strutting over, to talk to him, and pass out necklaces fashioned by the Golden one.

As an off-hand comment, he mentioned how he had always longed to see a tree. Most of his subordinates agreed with this notion. He caught the sparkle in the Fae's eyes, saw the gears turning in her head, as she told him to wait until tomorrow. Curiosity abound, he did just that.

Following the instruction to take her foreclaw, Falcon found himself in a glade, surrounded by towering redwood trees.