Peoredh

Ever since she was born, the Blue Smoke Skydancer was always looking for the signs in anything. She saw signs in coming clouds, in the falling of rain, in the lack of falling rain, in the arrangements of stones and twigs on the ground. Most certainly she saw the sign when her favorite sleeping spot was now occupied by yet another set of hatchlings. That was the sign it was time for her to make her way in the world.

The Blue Smoke Skydancer flew over the Starfall Isles, flying high and swooping low to survey the land and territory. On one mountain peak on the outskirts of the Crystalspine Reaches, she found something shiny. That was a sign. It was also a dragon, a Skydancer who appeared to be made of crystal.

The Crystal Skydancer gave directions to the Mossy Tundra (a dragon, not a landscape) and to the Blue Smoke Skydancer's surprise, the motions of the sleeping Tundra, and the plant scraps around had resulted in interesting arrangements. She saw the sigil for home, the sigil for clan, and the sigil for magic. Obviously those were signs too. The Skydancer realized, the Tundra wasn't just sleeping, she was dreaming. And someone needed to interpret those dreams.