Destiny

While serving as her clan's mascot, Destiny is only third in command. She does not seem to mind her status all too much, as she views the clan's progenitors in great reverence. She respects Losekh and never seems to tire fighting alongside her, whilst she is more than happy to tend to Shelser's old frostbitten bones.

On the surface, she seems quite the poster dragon of the Arcane, happily slinging spells and hungry for more magic than she knows what to do with. However, she has always itched at the inside of her scales, even moreso than the norm for spirals.

Ciris and Sryker have noticed that there was hardly any rest to be had for Destiny, the mage would never stay put at home base for more than a few minutes at a time. Oh yes, she would of course greet everyone at home, but they were such short quips! Even a spiral would need a bit more time than that to properly regain their energy... Nevertheless, Destiny would always leave within the hour, flashing away in a flurry of notes and tomes to pore over in anticipation for her next battle.

The spiral circuit couple would keep a careful eye on her, taking mental notes of how her solitary study sessions would often end up with her gazing, transfixed to the sky...

In those trances, Destiny was able to stay still. Her claws would idly card through pages that glowed with magic. In times like these, the itch seemed to subside...