Myrna

Lore:
She can often be found sitting and staring off into the distance, singing or humming to herself. Her attitude tends to be laid back, never really showing negativity or aggression. She also seems to have a knack for knowing things she simply shouldn't be able to know.

She's naturally taken to telling stories and singing for the rest of the clan.

As the first adult to join the clan, Dignis and Tiant eventually asked her for help in fighting at the Coliseum. Sighting not wanting her new friends to be hurt, she agreed to help them, hinting at the pain they'd be in without her at the time.

Currently she's courting with Altus, though they aren't exclusive.

Background:

One morning not long after Dignis and Tiant had brought home their third hatchling, three dragons came to pay the new clan a visit. Leaving some helpful things behind, two of them left, but one, an Imperial dragoness named Myrna, stayed behind. One of the other dragons had made it clear that she was there to stay.

"Oh, thank you very much!" Dignis called out to their briefly visiting guests. He'd been a bit to stunned by them appearing and leaving so suddenly too process and respond while they were still on the ground.

"Uh-huh, yeah, thanks," Tiant said, already opening the chest they'd left behind, obviously preoccupied and excited to see the contents.

This resplendent dragon was now staring off in the direction of the sky that the other two had flown off into, singing softly.

"Ooh! A letter!" Tiant exclaimed upon seeing the long scroll left behind by the two eccentric dragons that had just left. She quickly buried her snout in it before saying. "Oh, Dignis, make sure to welcome our new clan member, please, while I look through this."

"Oh, right. Sorry. Welcome to Dignia Familia! I'm Dignis, and this is Tiant," he said, gesturing to his co-leader.

Myrna looked at Dignis. When his eyes locked with hers, something about them seemed to... sort of... look through him... passed him...


Her voice was haunting and alluring, stunning the leaders into a quiet stare for several seconds after he song had ended.

"What--but how--?" Dignis started to ask.

Before he could finish his question, Myrna began again, turning her gaze to Tiant this time. Something made Tiant look up in that moment, freezing as Myrna sang again.


Stunned, Tiant stared agape at the singer over the letter she still clutched. Dignis looked from Myrna to Tiant and then back again.

"Do... do you know my mothers?" Tiant asked.

Myrna merely kept smiling, then looked at Dignis.

"Words are waves constructed to form in an order that conveys information. We are all but waves, ourselves, ordered all the same." She then looked to Tiant. "How we understand them, crashing and coming together is up to ourselves. Those who tell stories make waves, so understanding all the interactions from them that have been and can be is vital to constructing our words."

Then, she stared at the nearby stream, smiling and softly singing.

Tiant looked at Dignis, and he simply shrugged.

"Well, Myrna, just follow us, then," he said, turning to lead the way to the lair.

Myrna turned her head with a slight nod, and, still humming, looked ahead and began to follow.