Geastrales

Cheerful Geastrales, the globe-trotting Tundra, is not a member of the clan, technically, but a frequent visitor who comes home with someone or another every few weeks. If pressed, she jokes that she is migratory, but the truth is that she just loves exploring, meeting people, seeing new vistas, enjoying the world the gods made. She'll tell people about the places she's seen, if pressed, but she prefers to listen to people rather than talk.

No one knows, thus, why she's got prosthetic parts. One can almost mistake them for armor, particularly given how many layers of clothing she wears, but they're very definitely prosthetics. And yet, she never complains of anything, and she can jog along for hours. Was it a disease only partially checked in its course? An injury from some marauding animal found on her journeys? Something else?

No one knows. But they enjoy hosting her when she comes by.

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Geastrales had seen Mheras visit the Lair by the Sea several times. The little green tundra never seemed to say much or stay long, but she would overhear some of the dragons in the Lair mention the places Mheras had been, or chat about her supposed "Tea with the Tidelord" or "Games with the Gladekeeper". They weren't mean about it, but nobody seemed to take her very seriously. No matter. It seemed like Mheras traveled a lot, and the fact that she traveled and had a lair of her own intrigued Geastrales. Since Mheras usually invited a dragon from the Lair by the Sea back with her when she came to visit, Geastrales decided that the next time she visited, Geastrales would be that dragon she took back.

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Staying put for a while definitely had its merits, but Geas was feeling the urge to wander again. The fact that her fur never seemed completely dry living in the Water realm didn't seem to help matters. She didn't know how the other tundras did it.