Ari

Ari left the nest early, his dark plumage having found him regarded, especially with the children of the Lightweaver, as an ill omen. It was a long time that he roosted alone, brooding on his fate and what he would do with the rest of his life. It was purely by happenstance that he met Hel, a similarly-colored coatl, and even by purer happenstance that they found themselves at the doorstep of Yggrasil. He has not been entirely able to shake his brooding nature, and though he is as fond of small shiny metal bits as any coatl, there are strange thoughts brewing in that skull that have litlte outlet, as he is not yet fluent in common dragonspeak. He and Hel can often be found together, necks intertwined, murmuring secrets to one another.

Ari is one of the clan scouts, winging far and wide to ensure that the boarders of the lair and the nests are safe and well-warned of the approach of danger.