Judgement

Uh-oh, looks like this opinionated Skydancer wandered a little too far from her home lair (KingVulture, 437722), and now she's off to see the world! If ever you feel the urge to exalt, she'd really appreciate it if you could just return her home instead, to the 'Dragons Off To See The World' thread, here, or to the rest hub if you don't want another dragon in return.

Judgement's first stop on her travels was the Sunbeam Lanternhouse, a quaint inn full of overly hospitable dragons. But it wasn't an entirely worthless visit, for she met Ofelius, who seemed to be employing the same casual carelessness as she herself. They had a nest together for a lark, and were just on the point of leaving when she saw Isabrand among the inn's guests. And it didn't take her long to figure out the object of his attention, a timid little Coatl without much brain.

She was tempted to leave Galla as Isabrand's plaything, but... somehow, she couldn't do it. She took Galla aside and told her that Isabrand never took "no" for an answer. Which seemed to distress the nitwit, but she refused to stop seeing him.

Well, if she wanted to get involved with him, that was her problem. Judgement washed her claws of the situation and left with Ofelius.


After months of traveling so boring that it wasn't worth recording, Judgment found herself back in the Scarred Wasteland. She stalked through the Abiding Boneyard until she ran into a hunting party. Mara, its leader, invited her back to their clan so that she could feast, rest, and relax. Judgement accepted that as her due and most graciously deigned to help them carry their supplies back.

After several days of lounging around, she met a quite handsome Coatl, Nightshade, and having exhausted her list of things to do, she nested with him - why not, after all? She hung around with him for a while, even though she knew she couldn't stay forever. Still, weeks passed - months, even - before she packed up and left again.


Judgement was not particularly thrilled to find herself back among the tiresomely hospitable dragons of the Sunbeam Lanternhouse, but she quickly found a way to relieve her boredom: Pigeon clearly didn't have any sense of discretion, for he'd alienated their hosts. She asked him subtle questions about his interests and he answered her with such enthusiasm that it would've been endearing if it hadn't been quite so pathetic. Still, when he asked her to nest with him, she agreed.

Their daughter was a disappointment. Feeble. Sickly. Though she learned to talk early, her questions were incredibly insipid.

Pigeon didn't want to hear it. He sicced the Lanternhouse's bouncers, two brutes simply called The Twins, on her. They drove her off with a warning never to return.

Like she wanted to.