Grandeur

Born of the ninth nest of Celeste, the Mother of All.

Born during the festivities of a new year, Grandeur awoke for the first time in the echoes of the laughters and the distant explosions of the fireworks that filled the calm nest she rested in. Her parents, huge and caring, looked at her with a soft and proud smile, and nuzzled her and the other eggs that were still brightly shining under the colored lights that brightened the night sky.
It was amazing.
All the colors, the joy she could hear in the distance, all of it warmed her little heart. She felt at peace, whole, happy.
She wished every day would be like this one, full of a joy that couldn't be repressed.

This awakening was the warmest memory she held in her heart, and longed to help people feel as happy as she was during this blissful night. Could it be a little compliment, a dance or a party, she would try her best to make people feel better. She wasn't as perceptive as her brother Virdion, but she was as empathic as him.
During her young years she discovered that she was particularly apt with her body, her moves gracious and full of a contagious energy. She was made for dancing, and she found it particularly envigorating.
She wanted to learn the fiery moves of the Ashfall Wastes, born of the same energy that dwelled within her, and she chose to follow her father to his hometown.



To be continued

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Please, do not exalt her and all of the work and thought that went into this dragon.
She is meant to build lore and may have even built some by the time you are in possession of her. If you plan to exalt her, please return her to her birthclan (@Pokenol) or whoever you bought her from (@hippogriff412).