Becchino

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You'll find that the world is greater than you think! Just be patient...

This is what Becchino says to himself every day, life is not exactly smooth sailing when you're no bigger than your pet flower afterall.

He's the tiny dragon in charge of handing the lifeless remains of others' loved ones.

He’s quiet and lonely, he's hardworking but with no aspirations. Becchino does what he is told and that is it, back to his nest he goes, silently swaying his staff as he walks away from a freshly dug grave.

Sometimes the dragon wishes he could be something more, someone more open and friendlier but he finds that words hold little meaning to him, that the chattering of the merchants is too loud; the rough-housing of the hatchlings too rowdy; the liveliness of the main den too overwhelming.

He enjoys the silence and honesty of the earth, he gives to her and she gives back to him just as much. He likes that, he respects that. He can't say he knows of many dragons who think like him.

Becchino sometimes wonders about the lives the earth takes within her, he makes up funny stories and heroic deeds as he carves into her a welcoming embrace for the dead. He tells them to her, hoping she'd be understanding of the deceased and treat their body well once undergroud.

But when he truly feels lonely, when not even the earth can console him, Becchino is seen wander into the forest. He sneaks past the scouts and guards patrolling the edge of the clan's grounds and follows the trail of ghosly feathers dancing in the wind, right into the embrace of the Ethereal Banshee and quietly whispers in glee: