Tucker

With a grin on his face and an always willing attitude, Tucker is the one to do the job (whichever may). Even in his role as scribe he takes his time to seek thrill on his own, which has caused him to become the greatest teller of experiences for the younglings. As much as he is a carefree spirit with everyone at his side, he holds his' treasures tighly to him, as he says "my soul is attached to that what has made me grow, if I were to dismiss it away I would lose whatever made me what I'm today. I can't let it happen" drawing his crate of trinkets close.
His words hold a charming tone, always trying to sound positive but also true to the reality; sometimes his ramblings affect more than being helpul, but he never does this with hurting desires, "sometimes -some- words escape our lips and we can't take them back, we better make the best out of it"



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"Is it not fantastic!?", exclaimed the swirling line of pinks and purples that dashed through the lair's library holding way too many scrolls and books on it's many limbs, how it remained airborne nothing short of a mystery but that's just the way somethings were.

"truly, my friend" commented the grey spiral Aedan, struggling to catch up with his over energetic counterpart who, in his overjoyed twisting and turning, was damaging some of the scrolls and tomes. Aedan could not let that happen as it had already been a hassle to get their hands on the things already, "please, slow down".

On the other side of the room, Tucker -the lair's record keeper- laid seated over one the tables scribbling rapidly and adding checks to a scroll barely glancing at the moving spirals with an amused upward twitch on his beak, "Say, Sideys," he turned to the left calling towards the nocturne who had been running his hands over his head in exhaustion over the last two hours, "what's gotten ya so...", The Skydancer put his items aside to give the nocturne a mocking of a frown.

Sidewinder stood up from his place and locked his gaze at the other dragon briefly before turning to the mess of papers and materials in front, "This feels weird, Tucker." he paused, moving a hand to grab at a yet unopened box, "the place has gotten empty for these past days, you see?" the nocturne gazed back at the Skydancer "you have been keeping track of all that too, no? but it got me curious, it got me thinking...".

"thinking what? lair inhabitants move in and out at any pace" replied Tucker with a laugh, "it's not like we can force someone to stay somewhere they don't like" he shrugged, "besides, for others, you know how the contracts work,"

"yes, yes. maybe, I'm overthinking this"

"not the first time"

"but, check it yourself, we as a clan hit some, uh, 'point?'" Sidewinder went on, making quotation marks at the word, "of stagnation, don't you remember?", the nocturne reached up to one of the scattered scrolls looking to prove his point, " here!" he held the scroll towards Tucker, pointing at the messy scribbling "no ins nor outs, it's like we just isolated ourselves from the rest of Sornieth! what did we even do to survive for that long? and now suddenly all these movements happening all at once!"

"well, if my memory serves right" said the Skydancer eyeing the document more closely, " huh, just after the second Moving... but... that's not my writing in here"

"...what?"

"yep, similar enough, but not mine," the Skydancer shrugged, "I don't remember even writing these records like this around that time even"

"but aren't you the first scribe? responsible of the information of clan members and all?" Sidewinder replied his tone betraying his growing anxiousness.

"yes," Tucker nodded at him "but, hmm," he glanced around carefully at the paper before continuing, "I... don't know, seems someone's been tampering with the records, I remember most of what I write and most of these edited works hold the names of many that have been leaving so far"

"why? why tamper with the clan's history?" Sidewinder grew more and more agitated as he let his mind over imaginating the reasons

Tucker put a hand over his friend's shoulder looking concernedly at him "please, relax, you are even getting me all nervous here", he pointed his other hand at the jewel on his forehead, "breath up, don't worry" he tried his most honest smile to reassure his friend and it seemed to work "I really don't understand why something like this could happen anyway, but you said so yourself I am the first scribe, and I promise I will check this throuroughly, something really is off around here believe me, I just never tried to bring it up knowing it would only make you feel like this, but don't worry," he smiled now more confident, "I'm up to some investigating".

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