Octieve

In the distance, you hear a loud, vibrant voice. You have yet to find the source, but the dragon shouting has a funny accent, rolling their r's. You see a cheerful Tundra approach, holding a basket of pompom mums.

- You! Hey you, right over there!

She trots closer, offering you some. Hesitant, you look over at her.

- You should try some. They're the latest harvest, and my village loves those! Although if you try them with a dash of boxwood, you'll see the flavor is truly unique...

As the Tundra babbles away, you munch at one of the flowers. It does feel quite tasty, the leaves are succulent and slightly sweet. You wish you could finish the whole basket, but that would probably be rude. The Tundra notices your hesitation and smiles gently, her ice-blue eyes glinting with laughter.

- Eat as much as you'd like. The League of Farmers can afford to spare some plants, and besides, the pompoms are being generous this year. Be careful, though, too much of these petals can cause a fair bit of nausea. Someone is in charge of enchanting them to be more healthy, but you really shouldn't rely on them in this.

Fascinated by the Tundra's knowledge of the plants, you ask her about her origins. She grins and gestures you to sit down.
Octieve was born in the Snowsquall Tundra, in the frozen Na Valley of Saslab River. Since childhood, she'd been interested in plants and farming; so much so that she once travelled all the way to The Shrieking Wilds to learn of the many local planting techniques. However, her family had a different fate for her. She had a mate cherry-picked for her, and was to have hatchlings accordingly. Octieve wished of no such fate. She escaped to the clan that welcomed her in Gladekeeper's domain, but she found no joy there, so she left again, this time into Icewarden's court. However, the highest service did not seem helpful. Instead of guarding, she wished to cultivate. Her travels led her to the Frigid Floes, where she settled and started her very own village. Happy to finally be home, she decided the village of Revna would welcome all. She began by cultivating star moss, and soon, many children of all kinds of gods came to join Revna.

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