Myrina

Background
Myrina (meer-ree-nah) was raised in the crags of the Greatwyrm's Breach, as far from typical Gaoler society as one could get. Her parents were potters and neither had ever been to the Icefields or joined the rigid society enjoyed by their brethren. None of them knew as Myr was growing up, the power she held within. She was different, granted, but as different as any other hatchling could be considered different. She was always more sensitive to others, more keen to pick up on what they were feeling or not saying. It wasn't until she traveled to the Viridian Labyrinth as a grown dragon that she found her own purpose. Running into Aevus had been the most. . .bizarre, light-bringing experience Myrina had ever had. It had been at the marketplace of one of a million possible clans in the jungle, Aevus, a young dragonet at the time, had dashed up to her - presumably running from some mischief she'd caused - and crashed straight into Myr's chest. The little Wildclaw scrambled off the ground only to stare at Myr in awe. Myr assumed she'd never seen a Gaoler before. But then the Wildclaw placed her little claws on her forearm and Myr saw it. It was a happy, peaceful moment, something seemingly insignificant and something neither of them would be able to decipher until years later. But there, in that random corner of the world, Myr could see what Aevus saw. In that single moment of happenstance, she'd found her Oracle. They'd found each other.