Mavir

Uh-oh, it looks like this spoiled dragon has wandered a little too far from his home lair (grxndsxn, 437722), and now he's off to see the world! If you ever feel the urge to exalt, he'd really appreciate it if you could just return him home instead, or to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here, or to the rest hub. Owners I've Had: / grxndsxn, 437722 Enlargedzucchini, 426518 Zikul, 12962 Hyzenthlaay, 452562 KnightOfAres, 367955 bluelikechase, 408852 Hyzenthlaay, 452562 inkfrog, 546245 Hyzenthlaay, 452562 lunusdragoness, 17407 IceRose, 293290 TheAquaWaves, 557244 sgkat, 158838 nonbearnary, 528770 Zeno123, 206951 perfectoranges, 100277 / grxndsxn, 437722 MoonlilyluvsCas, 559581 Zikul, 12962 / grxndsxn, 437722 GrinningWolf24, 212075 (rest hub) Gen 7

Just like his mother, Honeybird, Mavir is a spoiled dragon. At his birth, Joaquin joked, "I hope he puts you through what what you had me deal with!"... but, if anything, Mavir is even more of a brat than his mother!


On the infrequent occasions that Honeybird decided to visit her folks back in her original lair of Mavenlark, Mavir would clamor to come along. He was mainly interested in the thousands of market-stalls that the city boasted, from which he could beg to be bought things from - after all, his mother's patience was much shorter than the length of her purse-strings.

Perhaps that had been part of her plan. Because during one visit, she simply left without telling him, leaving him behind to live with his grandfather, Milksnake, who was far less tolerant of his attitude. He found himself subjected to all kinds of indignities - like cleaning his own laundry or cooking his own dinner. What was he, a slave? And he had to sit through countless morality tales about "compassion" and "empathy" and whatever. The second he hit adulthood, he fled Clan Mavenlark. Like his mother before him, he was intent on finding a clan that would treat him as he deserved: as the subject of their worship.


When Mavir returned to Mavenlark, it was not to see his grandfather. The city was big enough that he was confident that he could slip in and out without being caught, since he'd only come to... well, find housing. It was a bit embarrassing to admit, even to himself, how quickly every clan he'd come to had turned him out. He was a wonderful guest to be around! He always had a story or a quip ready. Whatever. Their loss.

But Pik recognized him. Of course it was a friend of his grandfather's who had recognized him and come to check on him in the clan's free lodging. Who else would it have been? "Long time no see, kiddo." "Pik. How... lovely to see how little you've changed." She merely laughed at this. "Yup. I don't think I've even taken a brush to my mane since you left us. You back to apologize, or...?" "Absolutely not." "Of course not. I wouldn't expect more from the great and mighty Mavir. Not that it matters, what with your grandfather leaving us." He tried not to show interest in this bit of news. "You don't say?"

"He left for a Shadow clan some time ago. Said he needed a new purpose." She looked at him, her eyes glittering not with tears but with mischief. "Personally, though, I think he just couldn't take you leaving. But I'm sure that doesn't interest you any."

Mavir steeled himself. "It... doesn't. I'm not here for him."

"Of course you aren't. Let's get you a room then, huh?"


The next time he returned to Mavenlark, he was careful to disguise himself - a difficult operation, given his distinct features and natural charm. His encounter with Pik was not one he was keen to repeat, but his need for shelter remained. Once again he'd been turned out of other clans. Was he doomed to call Clan Mavenlark his only home? Perish the thought...


Mavir had heard from others that this Plague clan was friendly towards travelers. What a lie! A little flirting with the females and they demanded he leave and not come back.


Mavir found his way to the Ember Gardens and checked into its small inn. It was quite empty; apparently he had arrived in the off-season. Still, the candles and lamps burned brightly, and everyone was friendly... but there just weren't enough dragons around to attend his every whim. Bored, he left.


He ended up wandering for a bit, until he found a marketplace. Its prices were even more expensive than Mavenlark's! Disgusted, he demanded to speak to a manager, but the dragons around him only gave him dirty looks. And then he was accosted by a bunch of rowdy hatchlings! They snickered at him as their teacher, Pastel, rescued him from their clutches. As an apology for the mischief of his charges, the bumbling Tundra offered him a place to stay in his clan. Mavir wanted to turn him down as a snub, but he really did need lodging...

He regretted his gracious acceptance of the invitation almost immediately: the clan was shifting materials to the eastern part of their territory in preparation for an expansion and were under the false impression that he had come to help. After explaining quite forcefully that he was not a slave, Mavir took his leave.


Mavir had hoped for some respite from his ordeals when he checked into the Sunbeam Lanternhouse; he had heard that their hospitality was excellent. Thus he demanded elaborate dishes from Haruna, paired with the best wines Vinicio could provide. He insisted on private performances from the dance troupe, at which he wore dashing outfits designed for him by Eirwen.

Eirwen did not mind his demands, but the others did: they enlisted The Twins to drive him from the premises.


After his unceremonious dismissal from the Sunbeam Lanternhouse, Mavir dusted off his wings and promptly flew to another clan with a similar name and similar reputation. He circled the coastline between the Churnscar Wharf and the Scarred Wasteland like a million times, but there was no sign of a beachside clan there at all.

Frustrated, Mavir plopped down on the beach to sulk. He saw a seadragon fishing nearby, and called out to him - but the seawater must have brined his brain, as he was incredibly rude and didn't make for very good conversation. After the Mirror dove beneath the waves, Mavir stretched his wings and made to take off once more.

Mavir found himself arriving home for once. Apparently, Joaquin recognized him from a mile away, and merely stood by the clan's entrance asking "So... what have you learned?"

Mavir's own father, Robin, never really was there for him, so Joaquin was pretty much his father figure for his early life. Joaquin helped take care of Mavir's own mother Honeybird when she was younger, so it shouldn't have come as much of a surprise.

Turns out that he... didn't really learn much. Oh well. He stayed a few nights at home before setting back out again.


Mavir wandered a bit, deciding to follow a crowd of dragons to a garden glen where many colorful dragons rested about. He stayed a while, but he blended right in with the crowd. No one treated him any differently. No one gave him any special treatment. And Mavir hated it. There was nothing he wanted here. He just wanted to get out, now. And so he left.


(Continue his travels here)