Birch
(#49504278)
Level 1 Skydancer
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.66 m
Wingspan
3.53 m
Weight
756.02 kg
Genetics
Jungle
Ripple
Ripple
Jungle
Current
Current
Leaf
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Attendant to Aspen
Humble - Loyal - Adventurous
Birch was born in a small clan, but always yearned to see more of the world. He wanted to travel and see the rest of the Viridian Labyrinth, and perhaps eventually the rest of Sornieth. So, at a young age, he packed up a bag and set out on what he expected to be a grand adventure. But life on the road, especially in the Shrieking Wilds where he soon found himself, is difficult as a lone young dragon. He had had to avoid capture or attack by Beastclans, find food and water, and try to improvise shelters. All things he thought he was prepared to do, but he underestimated how lonely and exhausting that life could be. He was taken in eventually by a family of importance and status in need of an attendant to do menial tasks around the den. For a number of years, Birch's life consisted of cooking, cleaning, some shopping, and anything else he was asked to do. Birch was not unhappy with this life. He was treated fairly well for a servant. And though things were often rather boring, he got to see and occasionally even interact with other dragons of nobility, and he overheard all of their stories about their travels and doings as he went about his tasks. One of these visitors in particular caught his attention. A Skydancer by the name of Aspen, a Servant and Prophet of the Gladekeeper herself. She arrived with a company of dragons performing various tasks for her, ensuring her safety, or just watching her. She was different from the others that often visited. She seemed unhappy somehow. Birch was asked by his masters to help attend to the Gladeling's needs while she visited, and though it appeared to be somewhat unnecessary, he did as asked. He was struck first by her eyes. Bright green and pupilless, with facets that shimmered like emeralds even in low light. Then, he was struck by her relative humility. She had plenty of staff, and thus most frequently asked Birch merely to keep her company. She listened to his stories about his early travels or about goings-on in the household he tended, and he listened to her stories about her own travels. She was a very important dragon, pampered and treated as royalty since her days as a hatchling, and she knew so much about the Viridian Labyrinth and everything in it. But she yearned for freedom, to make her own decisions. And it became obvious to Birch after a short time of knowing her that she felt trapped. Aspen's visit to Birch's home was only a little more than a week, but he grew sad when she told him she was leaving. "You wouldn't want to come with me, would you?" she asked him, almost tentatively, during one of their rare moments alone. Birch did not respond immediately. Of course he wanted to stay with her, and he wanted to travel and see all of the things she had told him about, but it was complicated. Her station was far above his, and his wants rarely mattered. Besides, he still felt indebted to the family he served for taking him in when he needed a home. After a few moments of thought, with his heart pounding in his chest, Birch put on his best quiet and submissive tone, reserved for guests of his master's home, and bowed his head. "Your wish is my command, m'lady" he said, and then looked back up at her hopefully. Aspen gave him a sly smile and put her own best tone of authority and importance. "You shall accompany me and tend to my need for companionship for as long as I see fit." She winked at him playfully and loped away to find someone who would make it so, leaving Birch to ponder exactly what meant. It was not long before her meaning became clear. Though technically he traveled with her as an attendant, Aspen kept Birch constantly by her side. She never asked anything of him except his presence, and he was more than happy to spend all of his waking moments with her. He enjoyed some of the luxuries that came along with being her companion, but he was very much out of his element when making social calls with her and very thankful that his only job was to stand there and look nice. Frequently, other dragons would pull her away. They would fawn over her in an attempt to curry favor with her, or to boast about their own accomplishments in an attempt to elevate their own social status, or attempt to charm her into falling in love with them. Birch did not mind this too much, as he had never been the jealous type and he knew that she would always come back to him. But Aspen seemed to mind. He traveled with her in this manner for quite some time, seeing new sights and meeting new people. It was all he ever dreamed of to experience these things, and even better that he now had someone to experience them with. He and Aspen spoke occasionally about escaping from this, making their own way, and starting a family together, but they were not sure if this would ever really be possible. Birch was happy enough as things were, so he was in no rush. One day, Aspen left. Birch awoke in the middle of the night to find that she and a small number of her belongings were gone. She had left a note. She had new orders to leave alone, travel beyond the Viridian Labyrinth, and spread the influence of the Gladekeeper. Birch did not really stop to think, he grabbed a pack and a couple of necessities, and went out after her. He remembered a small bit about tracking from his younger days and he was able to find the direction that he was fairly sure she had taken. He set out to find her. He knew her note said that she was to travel alone, but something deep down told him that this was right. That he was supposed to find her. It took him a couple of days to catch up to her. Birch found her filling a canteen at a tiny babbling stream. She was even more beautiful than he had seen her, somehow still immaculate and more radiant than ever after days of traveling through the wilderness of the Shrieking Wilds. As if Nature adapted to her presence rather than the other way around. "Aspen!" he called. She stood and turned to him, her Facteted eyes that he had come to adore widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?" she asked as he ran to her. "You read my note, right? I'm supposed to be alone!" Others had somehow never been able to read her emotions well, but Birch saw in her eyes a mixture of surprise, relief, and something else that might have been fear. "Your note said that you were supposed to leave alone," Birch replied. "You've already done that." "And you are in a position to interpret orders from our deity?" Birch looked down at the ground for a moment, hurt by the implication that Aspen was unhappy to see him. He knew that somewhere in her heart she was glad to see him, that she cared for him, but that her first duty had always been to her orders. He bowed his head much as he once had, put on his best tone of servitude and asked softly, "Do you wish me to leave you, m'lady?" He could not bring himself to look at her as he waited for her answer, as he was not sure he knew what her answer would be. He waited for what felt like ages for a response. Aspen placed a hand softly under his chin and raised his head until his eyes were level with hers. When she spoke, her voice was soft and trembling. "You are staying with me. And you will never bow to anyone like that again." Birch was extremely relieved at her response, and happier than he could ever remember being, but he had always been bad at navigating such emotional situations. He smiled mischievously. "Can I still call you 'm'lady'?" Aspen narrowed her eyes at him, obviously not in the mood for his antics. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "You don't know how happy I am that you said that." Aspen turned and picked a thorny vine out of a nearby tree. She whispered words Birch could not make out under her breath, and the vine shaped itself into a crown nearly identical to the one she had always worn. Gently, she placed it on his head. "We should be off," she said. "We have places to go." "Where to first, m'lady?" Birch asked with that same mischievous smile he used just minutes before. Aspen shoved him playfully, and then pulled a map of Sornieth from her pack and spread it out on the ground. "I was thinking maybe we head for Dragonhome?" She looked up at him for input. Birch looked closely at the map where she had penciled a rough line through Dragonhome and the regions adjacent to the Viridian Labyrinth, and then around in a loop to end in the Southern Icefield. He smiled widely. "Looks good to me." The two Skydancers would eventually raise many hatchlings. All of them would possess an innate talent in caring for the plantlife of their homeland and navigating the wilderness of any forest they came across. But a few of them, possessing the Jungle/Forest/Green colors of the Gladekeeper and sporting Nature eyes, would find that they too heard this voice that Aspen sometimes spoke of and embark on their own journeys on the Gladekeeper's behalf. 
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