Xanthia

Xanthia is the most graceful dragon anyone had ever met. Hailing from the frozen lands, she brings with her a cold, calm serenity wherever she goes. She flourishes in both solitude and company, though any energetic play wears her out more easily. A top tier lady, she tends to speak in verse, which ends up confusing many of the blunter and more oblivious dragons in the clan. The poems she spins are beautiful and transient, just like the flowers of the snowfields she grew up in.

"Beauty is but a moment's passing; as the same flower never blooms twice, why should words forever be locked in one form?" is her comment concerning her lack of recording her spoken art.

As dragons blessed by winter, she and Sieberg often rest together, though the birds Xanthia's inner peace attract are often scared away by commotions from nearby dragons enjoying the cool atmosphere.

She is a Protector.