Virdion

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

Secretly the eyes of the Windsinger, Virdion loves to gaze at the Windswept Plateau.
Extraodinary sweet and calm, he is a master at understanding others emotions, even if they don't say a word. He could stay hours listening to the complaints of others if it can help them feel better, always offering good advices secretly whispered by the God of the Wind.
His calm nature and affinity with the winds could make him a good oracle, the voice between the Windsinger and dragons, if he desired so. He believes that any conflict can be resolved by words and not by claws and flames, and wants to be an example of that belief.

Much like his beautiful father, his hide is as white as the purest pearl, making him look doll-like, a childish innocence that contrast greatly with the myriads of eyes running all along his body.
Despite this oddity, nobody found this trait strange about him. Maybe it was because of his deep connection with the Windsinger or because of the aura of serenity entouring him at all time.
He longs to discover the world beyond the Windswept Plateau, even if its beauty would always make him feel nostalgic and at peace.



To be continued

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