Aine

Aine and her twin brother, Ezra, were forged in the fires of the great furnace. Their parents, both blacksmiths, left the two eggs to hatch on the warm volcano's side and checked in every night as they trekked home from a long day at the forge. The freshly-hatched pair were found one night, stacked atop each other a few hundred feet from where their eggs had been in order to reach the higher leaves in one of the few sooty, scraggly trees on the mountainside.

Their parents were kindhearted, but tired, and by the time they arrived, the pair had already learned they would have to trust each other first and everyone else second.

They spent their very next day already inside the Great Furnace, not yet able to wield the heavy hammers and twist metal with their claws, but it wasn't long before they began to learn and then pick up some tools themselves. Over the years, Ezra became an adept hand at making the pragmatic bolts, armor, and tools that kept Sornieth running. Aine preferred to make things that were sharp, pretty, or full of intricate moving pieces--pulleys and the like when the foreman was watching, and intricate moving sculptures when he wasn't.

On the first anniversary of their hatching, the pair woke up, began to get ready with their parents, and then wandered off towards the coast instead of following the throng of blacksmiths to work that morning. They had learned their skill, and had no further interest in serving the Flamecaller or her domain of regimented workers.

The pair eventually ran across the still-wandering Mistmaw Clan. What started as pooling resources for a few days while the groups traveled in the same direction quietly became a permanent arrangement once Ezra hit it off with the dragon that would go on to be his mate. Aine quietly informed Algodon that the pair were trained as blacksmiths. Algodon simply asked what they would need to do their smithing, and within a few weeks the clan had cobbled together a traveling forge for its two newest members. The operation of the thing was no small feat, given the waterlogged nature of the terrain, a point of pride for Puck, the dragon whose tinkering made it possible. He was a frequent visitor to the forge in the early days, tinkering with the balance of fuel and ferreting away little odds and ends of hardened metal now that he didn't have to make due with stone and wood.

Once Maracuja, another Fire-born dragon with a knack for glasswork, joined the clan, she also joined the group that spent many days around the forge, whether there was work to be done or not. Mara, the elegant and esoteric and occasionally voracious flirt that she can be, nearly swept Aine off her feet, but the Snapper couldn't keep up with Mara and her many strange paramours.


The hurricane that ravaged the Tidelord's domain killed Ezra, his mate, and their lone doted-on hatchling, the bodies lost to the churning sea. Aine, who had been fetching wood far inland, was spared, returning to a destruction so overwhelming there was no time for individual funerals.

Very few in the clan ever realized that the Hurricane signaled a shift from Ezra forging all of the armor and workaday necessities to Aine taking on his workload, as she's committed herself to emulating her late brother's style so some piece of his legacy can live on. Sometimes, when her head is covered, less familiar members of the clan will still call her by her brother's name. She doesn't correct them, either.