Narcissa

Your new doe keeps brooding in a dark part of the nest. Lost deep in thought while grooming herself, you decide to creep closer to hear her muttering. "My father has been exalted... and I don't know where my mother is any longer. It's lonely here. I don't even know my own name." She begins crying softly and you falter, making a sharp sound under foot.

Clearing your throat, you begin, "Ah, I've decided to call you..."

(Narcissa came with the above text as her description)

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"Narcissa," the mottled pink ridgeback states, his long neck curved in a fine arch. "That is your name from now on." He turns from the hatchling, slowly sauntering away with his tail swishing. "Now stop your nonsense and come along."

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Her gaze is as cold as the land of the Icewarden, her scales glisten with a cool sheen. Though she was born of ice, her heart burns with the fury of the Flamecaller. She has found her true calling.

By tooth and claw she banished the old matriarch, taking her crown. She leads the clan with a balance of coldness and flame.

She has found herself a suitable mate, but her heart will always belong to her mentor.