Chirrup

Deep within the Bramblewood Grove, about a kilometer to the west of Sprout's blackberry-hedge garden, a massive Imperial-sized cavern sinks into the earth, winding under and around the roots of trees on the surface. Growing partway over the mouth of the cavern, there is a tall, broad sugar maple tree, though one without much botanical knowledge could be forgiven for mistaking it for a silver maple. After all, it's one of the shiniest trees in the area. The trunk and branches are bedecked with all manner of jewels, glass baubles, and eye-catching bits of metal, reflecting and refracting the light in a brilliant display of color as they sway in the wind.

Deep in the heart of the branches, in a comfortable nook where two hefty branches split off from each other, sits the Fae-amber home of Chirrup, clan accountant and second adopted child of the Bramblewood Grove. His familiar, Chrys, can usually be found either climbing the branches or curled up at the base of the tree.

Chirrup is analytical, logical, and extremely well-organized. His natural Ice-born desire to hoard and catalog items lends itself well to handling the majority of clan finances, especially since the glimmer of crystals and metal reminds him of the snow and ice of his birth region.

Gileorail and Chirrup, the first sons of the Grove, are as close as two dragons can be, despite the differences in their sizes and personalities. The cave Chirrup's tree sits over is Gileorail's lair, and the Imperial can often be found near the tree, chatting with the Fae or nearby hatchlings. If you can't find Chirrup, check Gileorail's mane. He's probably nestled in there somewhere.