Gorgo

Gorgo speaks the sweetest words, in her little sing-song voice. She has a bubbly laugh. Overall, Gorgo is a sweet little cinnamon roll of a dragonet... haha, you’re waiting for me to say something bad about her. There is nothing! She’s great and beautiful. If there was anything wrong, it would be that she is gullible (meaning that she is easily fooled) but nobody wants to fool Gorgo- she has this heart-wrenching expression, like you have betrayed her, when someone tricks her that makes it no fun.

Gorgo is in a rage! She thought she’s the nicest dragon alive, and how dare the Lightweaver and the Shadowbinder bring this doom upon her son?! What did she do to deserve this? How can she ever recover from such a death? Katifes isn’t fazed- how can that be?! They failed and it’s bound to happen again if they don’t- uh, don’t do something, but she doesn’t know what to do!

Gorgo felt as if she were encased in black ice. Immobilized. Frozen. Cold. Alone…
Then, soft as a whisper or a kiss, a small, silver flower drifts down onto her chest, above her frozen heart, and a warm bloom begins to form. Gorgo inhales and exhales as if she hadn’t breathed in years. The little Spiral dragonet stares up at her. In that moment, in those big purple eyes so like her own, Gorgo finally understands. The Lightweaver and the Shadowbinder never meant for her son to die. He is in a good place now, and Gorgo must find a way to live on. For her mate, who is encased in real ice, and for her children and their children, all shying away from Gorgo. This little dragonet needs her, as do they. Gorgo must be strong.

Gorgo ends up adopting the little dragonet, named Puriwink, and finds her soul blooming to new extents.