Rosario

Roasario had once been a apart of a grand gathering of veilspun, all coexisting within the tangled wood together. They would dance among the glowing mushrooms and sing under the stars, all living in a large hive-like lair as a family.

As time went on, though, one by one the others began to leave. And with every nights rest, Roasario would sleep for longer and longer as the body heat decreased.

This went on until the was the last one remaining, slumbering for ages alone.

Until, of course, the lair was discovered. Another clan had made its home above where it once lay, and the heat from their gathered bodies so nearby was enough to rouse Rosario from his slumber. His faithful familiar never once left his side, tending to him even in such a long rest.

Upon waking he decided to join the clan who had awoken him, albeit hesitantly. They were all quite... Large, and rambunctious.