Sinetho

RELATIONS Krintix: Grave Speaker|Mate Senodra: Grave Minder|Sister Bragoktet: Grave Speaker

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Wild Grave Minder
"Sleep now and return to the earth and stars, child. This chapter has ended but, not your journey. Rest now."

Soul Speaker Rites

Born to proud parents far from the dark, barbed hollow that is the Broken Ward's lair, this young beauty was one of triplets destined to live a life far different from what their parents might've ever wanted for any offspring of theirs. She and her sisters showed excellent potential in many things as soon as they were out of the egg, two would be marked for the occult. She and her middle sibling began speaking to no one, whispers and giggles, shouting and tears, fearful whimpers and rage infused roars began to become a normal occurrence with no source for the seeming madness to be found and only their mother's shared passion of collecting and creating decorations with feathers ever helped to "calm" them.
At a loss of what to do, their father ventured to every mage, priest, and shaman he could find that might help him. All failed and could only stave off whatever afflicted their young minds for short periods of time. Word began to spread along with fear about the strange behavior, first only among the beings of their land and then out into the wider world by merchants and travelers. The "Speaking Sisters" some called them, other names were given as well but, none were savory. Others flocked to see them, intrigued scholars began to be overshadowed by simple gawkers looking to see "freaks" on display, disgusting offers to buy them for ill purposes or to simply "remove the problem" from their parents was the breaking point.
The crowds were dispersed by hooded figures arriving on a chilled wind, they were armed to the teeth and each posted outside the lair stood still as a statue with eyes surveying for any that may approach. A Mirror moved forward, clad in tattered robes and plated metal, the beaked mask hiding her face. She spoke little, cryptic words in a somewhat hoarse whisper but, her presence was anything but menacing. She observed the two siblings for a moment, her words to devastate their loving, tired parents.
"Dead Seers."
Those horrid words only a handful of dragons ever cared to hear uttered shattered whatever hope for normalcy the parents had prayed so desperately for.
"Why?! Oh, by the Windsinger?!" Were the mother's cries.
"By the Gladekeeper! What have we done to be punished so?! Were the cries of the father.
Lamented wails filled the lair as they clutched their eldest child in their wings as if to protect her from the words. All dragons knew what Dead Seers were capable of if left unchecked, the horrific tales of necromancy destroying entire clans in a single night warned of the dangers and most discovered with this "gift" were swiftly dispatched to ensure no harm would befall any. It seemed a miracle that no one had broken into their home to see an execution carried out. Their cries were silenced when the Mirror spoke of an offer, "No one will remember them, that your lovely offspring were born to such a fate. We will take them and give them the proper care to tame their power. It will be like nothing more than a bad dream for you.
No parent in their right mind would send their children off with armed strangers yet, something compelled them. As if entranced by the words, they agreed without a second thought. They silently watched as two of the hooded figures came from outside and tenderly scooped the hatchlings up to carry them out. As quickly as the chilled wind had come, it was gone along with the sisters. The lair was quiet.