Earraedhris

The wise, calm, and infinitely patient patriarch and chief druid of the Bramblewood Grove. No one knows precisely where he came from originally; the most prevalent rumor is that he grew straight out of the ground at the base of the Behemoth, like a fruit from a seed planted by the Gladekeeper herself. For his part, Earraedhris just chuckles, letting the hatchlings and storytellers believe what they wish. He's certainly not telling his origin story prior to founding the clan with his mate, Ceotha; some wonder if he even remembers.

Whatever the Tundra's true origins, he's here to stay, and a cornerstone of the clan. While Ceotha handles logistics and the more concrete parts of running a clan, Earraedhris sees to the emotional, physical, and spiritual wellbeing of the dragons and familiars dwelling within the forest. He is most often found strolling through the area, seemingly aimlessly, always willing and able to spare the time to talk and listen.

Nature magic and life seem to flow from Earraedhris' body effortlessly; a gentle breath wipes away maladies, a soft touch relieves pain, a deep purr soothes the unquiet mind. Plants grow and bend around him automatically, allowing him safe and easy passage through even the thickest brush and brambles. When he is pleased and stays in one place for a while, fragrant flowers start to spring up nearby, a trait that he seems to have passed on to his daughter Gealaglair.

He always seems at ease, serene, thoughtful, and kind. Few in the clan have ever seen him angry, and most of the residents almost believe it's impossible to rub him the wrong way!

Those who know otherwise prefer not to talk about it.

After all, it's not wise to provoke Nature.