Caim

_{The seeker sent after the AWOL dragon, Aspen}

It was not uncommon for eggs to be forsaken to the vast tundra, the sentries and seekers will say. The start of many of these dragons lives would be the Fortress of Ends. Those born within the ice palace would often dedicate their lives to the icewarden, as well as the five orders. Their element nor their species would come into question, as long as they were another vessel.

Those that watched over the nursery of rejected eggs were nothing short of shocked when she was found hatched.

_{she's...a blessing.}

As was tradition, the abandoned hatchling would not receive her name until she was placed with one of the five orders, but all who saw her would call her as she appeared. A blessing upon dragon kind.


Though born from the shadow, she was received with blessings that could only be explained as the eleven smiling down upon her arrival to this realm.
The more obvious gifts of the eleven could be seen from the blossoms that littered her body, and her seemingly infinite purple gaze. The light graced her in the simple form of her starlight coat. Some favors did not reveal themselves until she began to grow. Adept in combat as well as with her magic. She could swim as if she were the tidelord himself. Unbothered by flame or ice, more so than the usual range a gaoler could naturally handle. Even the wind itself seemed to bless the underside of her wings. Though still unable to 'fly' with ease like other breeds, she could always catch a gust of air in her favor. The less obvious of her quirks were still nothing short of a miracle. Her foliage caused her no pain, and in the winter months would begin to rot just the same as her antlers. The decay she experienced would always lead to more beautiful flowers in the coming season.
Though admittedly smaller, her presence rivaled that of the earthshaker. Her call was louder than any crack of thunder the sky could produce, and finally her wit and hunger for knowledge was unmatched. From the moment she hatched, she was eagerly watched over. The gods had plans for her, or so she woas told.

Her destiny was clear, everything neatly laid before her. She was a blessing, made only to protect and serve in the name of the icewarden. It was her name after all.

_{Did you hear? the blessed one has come of age. Her name is Caim.}