Vilviren

There’s a rustling at the entrance to your lair, the sound of curious sniffing accompanying the noises of movement. The culprit soon waddles around the corner and you can see that it is the newest adopted addition to your lair. As soon as they see you, their ears perk up and they bound over, dropping at your feet their favourite toy as if to say, “This is mine! I will let you look at it because you're nice and I like you!” It’s very cute. You feel as though the two of you will get along very well.

Thank you for adogpting this corgi and giving them a home. Your support of Wind is really appreciated!

It was a beautiful morning; light glinted off the rippling surface of the seas surrounding the Crystalspine Reaches, and the Starwood Strand seemed to glimmer in the sun.
Vilviren overlooked it all, wings fanned out from his body, soaking in the sunlight. It was windier than usually at the Greenhouses, the breeze bringing the wonderful smells of water and greenery. Leaf seemed particularly content, rolling happily in the grass by his feet.

The day was so clear that he was able to see right across the stretch of water that separated the Crystalfall Isles from the Windswept Plateau. The expanse of green did indeed seem particularly festive today. He almost thought he could hear music and smell the marketstalls, though it was probably his imagination. Regardless, it was infectious.

"Hmm," Vilviren glanced down at Leaf, who flopped on her back, gazing up at him with her tongue lolled out and head tipped to the side. Her most winning pose. "Did you want to visit, Leaf?"

She wriggled enthusiastically, tail a blur.

"I'll see what I can do, then," Vilviren looked back across the water, the prospect of what lay across it very exciting.

The Plateau was a swirl of motion and sound when Vilviren arrived at the Cloudsong. He didn't think he'd ever seen so many dragons in one place, and they were all whizzing about so fast his head spun. In his arms, Leaf was wriggling once more. She had hardly been able to control her excitement the whole way here, until Vilviren sternly told her he'd leave her at home if she didn't stay still so he could fly safely.
_____Leaf leapt from his arms, turning this way and that. Amongst all of the chaos, she seemed smaller than ever.
_____"Please stay close," Vil said as they began to move through the festival.
_____Everywhere there seemed to be music and dancing; the end of one song would be incorporated into the next, and under it all, a backdrop of whistling wind and windchimes. Spirals and Skydancers spun gracefully in the air, in perfect time with the music.
_____Leaf snuck a curious glance at Vilviren, who looked bashful. "Oh, I don't know how to dance, I'm afraid," he confided in her.
_____"Don't know how to dance?!" Vilviren jumped a foot in the air as a vivid green spiral peered over his shoulder. "Nonsense!"
_____"Eh-? No, no, I really-"
_____"Just give it a try!" The Spiral encouraged, a wide grin lighting up their face. "No one will think you're silly for trying."
_____Leaf seemed delighted as she swirled about Vilviren's feet.
_____"Take her with you," the newcomer suggested, "What better way to see the festival than to be a part of it!" With that, the Spiral whizzed off, leaving a perplexed Vilviren in their wake.
_____He glanced around shyly and, supposing that he probably knew no one here, scooped Leaf into his arms once more and got swept up in the music of a new song.

Even though he's a Wildclaw, Vilviren has no hunting skill and can't stand the sight of animal corpses or raw meat. The sight and smell of blood makes him queasy rather than hungry, so he has to have his meat prepared and cooked by someone else. Though he can't stand raw meat, Vilviren is great at preparing insect and plant based dishes. When he isn't in the greenhouses tending to the butterflies with his dear friend, Raine, he's experimenting with new combinations of flavors that are much appreciated by the herbivores and insectivores of the clan. Raine serves as the taste tester for Vilviren's insect based dishes.