Sylvern

his favorite is to lounge around soft grassy meadows with sunlight gently streaming through the forest foliage. Likes forests and greenery, but not dense jungles.
Semi-knowledgeable about herbs and medicinal plants, a learning herbalist/alchemist
Sylvern sometimes sets out to other territories to explore and study the plantlife of Sornieth. He keeps a reference tome and a journal to make new notes, as well as a few pouches to bring back notable or rare herbs. He will sometimes travel with a companion, especially on longer trips or trips to less than hospitable conditions.

one venture (joined by this unnamed mirror) he was wondering through some market stalls, set up at a popular crossroads skirting the border between the Tangled Wood and the Sunbeam Ruins. He set out to study the available herbs, trinkets, and knowledge the vendors had to offer, counting on the gatherings of dragons from countless clans taking part in the bartering and socializing. Sylvern picked up a few rare herbs, asked about others and collected advice so that perhaps he could set out to gather some of his own, wheedled for information on how to identify the quality and health of the plants that were novel to him, overall- a successful venture.
But in his wanderings through the endless clamor and bustle, Sylvern saw a stall with a variety of familiars, caged, wary, and from what Sylvern could tell, definitely distressed. He twitched his antennae in discomfort at the unsavory conditions of the creatures, but knew he could do little for them. Passing by, a few small nests of eggs from that very stall caught his eye and with pity, wondered of the fate of whatever critters had the misfortune to be hatched in such a state. Sylvern didn't even need to see the owner of the stall to be able to sense their love of coin and apathy in housing his "goods" in fair conditions. on the down low he asks his mirror companion to swipe the nests, later when there is an opportunity and Sylvern isn't around to be a suspect. Sylvern doesn't consider himself an idealist, but he doesn't let everything slide just because one small action doesn't make the world a better place. It counts for whatever those little eggs will hatch into and that's what matters to him.
Meeting up with his mirror companion not long afterwards, outside of the roadside market, Sylvern carefully stashes the small nests of eggs into his herb pouches, cushioned by dried herbs. He doesn't mind. The herbs were to be crushed later anyways. He keeps them close, offering to them what warmth he can, hoping it is enough to keep the eggs incubated and alive.
Sylvern decides that he's done enough for this one journey and to set out to return back to the clan. It wouldn't do for the eggs to hatch during his travels, especially when he knows little of creature care, unable to even identify the very eggs he now possesses. He knows there are several dragons back at the clan who would be able to identify and care for the eggs, if he can make it back in time.
However, the Windswept Plateau is far from the Light and Shadow territories and even for a dragon who delights in the sky and thermals, the journey back is still long and tedious. Even with minimal stops for rest and food, he estimates the clan at least a month's travel away. His rations are not enough to last, which does not surprise Sylvern, who was planning on foraging along the way, leisurely picking through forests and grassland for herbs- at least before (thinking back on it, he thinks his actions impulsive) he picked up two nests full of eggs. Although he only just departed from the roadside market, he knows of a nearby clan he could visit, if there long-made alliance was still remembered and upheld. Hoping to barter for rations and perhaps a night's shelter, Sylvern set out.
Once he arrived, Sylvern is surprised to run into a very familiar dragon: Courier, visiting to deliver something, no doubt. He makes his greetings to his clanmates but hears faint cracking and freezes mid-converstaion. Clacking his beak, Sylvern quickly pulls Courier away to a small, quiet clearing to ask if he knew anything of critter care.

long story short, Sylvern and Courier accidentally imprint some corvids, Sylvern with the nest of crows and Courier with the nest of ravens. They both keep the birds around because after the hassle of hatchling care, the fledged birds became quite useful with the dragons' respective tasks.