Celeste

All the way out in the Starfall Isles, in the high reaches of Focal Point, was a meteor circling the region. Never rotating a bit, the rock left a faint purple trail as it flew through the sky. However, upon further inspection, one could see that there was a tiny white dragon barely clinging on to the edge of the rock.

She just knew that riding a meteor would be a terrible idea. She knew that she couldv'e suspended her curiousity for a little longer and not have gotten the brilliant idea of hanging on a rock flying through the most dangerous area in the Starfall Isles. She couldn't hang on any longer.

She let go and spread her wings. Flying higher, the Fae dragon could see almost the whole world. Then she stared down. She did a good job, dizzying herself and causing her to start falling down. Struggling against the strong winds, she finally gave up on trying to take her wings out again and started to skydive towards the Starfall Isles again. She suddenly found herself rapidly moving in another direction. She stared at the Starfall Isles getting smaller and smaller, too terrified to look back. The Fae desperately beat her wings, but kept falling backwards. She only took a small peek at what was below her before she figured out exactly where she was going to fall.

The Southern Icefield.

The Fae flipped to face her destination. Once she reached the icefield, she would never be able to return home. She was too lost in her thoughts to realize she was a few yards above the snow.

Then she crashed.

Hard.
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Celeste is founder of the Sparkling Isle. Her role is keeping everything quiet. She plans on getting the job of making apparel... for Faes. She also plans on getting the job of proofreading documents and writing information.