Jar

Odin's memoirs, October sixth in the two thousand and twentieth year
The search for Ultramarine has turned up nothing, but imagine my surprise when a sassy little pearlcatcher sauntered into camp like she owned the place. For a moment we thought she was Ijou's missing son, but upon closer inspection she is anything but. She sat herself down next to Sativa and me and brazenly asked us what our clan's political system was like with no regard whatsoever for introductions. She has impolite audacity, perhaps, but certainly possesses bravery.
Sativa, with her infinite patience born of her thousands of years of life, was calm with her and gave her a tour of our positively tiny clan before telling her that the Imperials have a much more interesting system of government and shooing her on her way.
I asked her later why on earth she would send such a small little one to a place as dangerous as the City, and she gave me the long-suffering look she always gives me when I ask something dumb. Six hundred years we've been together and I still forget she can see the future.

After leaving the freezing tundra Jar came to a much hotter place the Everbloom Gardens. Seeing a clan when she came in she decided to stay for a day or 2 she met the clan's temporary leader Periwinkle and was told by some dragons around her age that many dragons came to her in their times of need. After awhile Jar got bored of not traveling so she went on to her next adventure.

I've made my way north to the plains of Dragonhome. The area isn't as barren as I expected; it's largely savannah rather than a dry, lifeless slab. However it is generally empty. It seems most of the clans that make their home in Earth territories live clumped together in the Breach and the Cairn or as small nomadic groups on the Plain. The area around the World Pillar is the most populated, where the various clans and travels meet to trade and set up businesses. I stayed with a clan calling themselves Ti'lo unan Yael'lo, a name which means "clan of the glittering lake". The clan is well-established and runs surprisingly smoothly for its simplistic, outdated "politics" - or lake thereof, more accurately. It operates under perhaps the most old-fashioned system I have ever encountered, best resembling the family clan units of the ancient era. The clan was established as a family unit of a mated pair and their offspring, and grew over time as they adopted young dragons and opened their doors to travelers and those seeking sanctuary. The pair, Kenii'er and Bayer, still run the clan from a high level, delegating tasks, overseeing major projects, and acting as arbiters. The various members have their own assignments and are left to complete them at their own pace. These vary wildly from necessary, such as hunting or lair maintenance, to wildly useless; I can't understand why a clan living in a canyon in one of the least bountiful regions of Sornieth would spend so much time and magic to maintain a verdant garden. It continues to baffle me that not only does their system work in our modern era, but that this clan is so well-integrated with their neighbors and the socioeconomic landscape of Dragonhome. Does the Earth proclivity towards the past help them to see how to integrate such outdated philosophies into the present landscape? If so that could make a valuable political skill... something for me to ponder on during my continued travels.