Stark

Stark is, and always has been amused by her clanmates. She tends to keep to herself because her past clans have all treated he who speaks out harshly, and she doesn't want that. She finds it strange that different kinds of dragons may coexist so easily. As such, she jots down various things she hears others say about her clan.

Entry 47: "Sidonia and Estabon are total ugly-sweater rivals and give each other the evil side-eye whenever they see each other, because THEY must be wearing the more glorious sweater. Ryan thinks he's really cool with his lightning gauntlet... but nobody ever has the heart to tell him that he's wandered outside in his nightgown. Meatball is the most bad-*** iron chef for miles around. Dalmar is perpetually confused by the birdskull contraption on his face." --a dragon that calls themself Garuna

Entry 68--“Sidonia sure enjoys parading around in those ridiculous alchemist earrings, doesn’t she? As if she made them herself! Everybody knows she doesn’t know proper alchemy—not that she’s tried to learn. I think the pendant around her neck is bigger than her brain, sometimes. I’m pretty sure Estabon did all the real work. He probably made the scales on his own back, come to think of it. Everybody knows he’s not a natural gold. Speaking of those who think too highly of themselves… Basila talks quite a lot about her fair and kind rule for someone who picks a new favorite every week. And, not to stir up old flight rivalries, but she IS a nature dragon, right? I’m not just seeing things? Haha, haa… Don’t tell her I said that. Serenia, though! There’s a real plague dragon, through and through. Rips her enemies asunder without so much as a scale out of place. Not… that I’ve been looking, of course! …Don’t tell her I said any of that, either.” --Talfan

Entry 118: It’s weird, everyone is starting to blossom in their own individuality... Rumors have spread about the clan dispersing and honestly I don’t know where I’ll go from here...I’ve come to trust each member of RoT and now I’m going to try to find my own place in the world. It’s scary, like leaving the nest for the first time....well, at least this time I’m not running away from abuse. We’ve all decided to start fresh elsewhere. Our elders are ready to be free of babysitting and our warriors have grown soft and accustomed to only hunting and play-fighting. I fear of what will become of my friends but I’m also excited to go forth and continue to analyze new dragons.