Docere

Wisdom


"Knowledge is a curse." What once was a saying was now fact. An Arcane dragon, born with the gift of infinite knowledge. The clan rejoiced, claiming that she was a gift from the deities, until she started spouting secrets at two days old. They planned to kill her, so she fled before they could.

She discovered that she didn't know everything, and that most of what she knew only really applied in Arcane territory. She considered going as far as she could, down to the southernmost tip of the Southern Icefields, but as she flew around the Scarred Wastelands, she began to feel comfortable there. She knew of several different clans, and eventually settled on Opovder.

She spent her time spreading what knowledge of the land she knew around. She was a teacher, a high honor amongst Plague dragons. She taught hatchlings, of course, but also older dragons for things like advanced hunting, politics, and once even a relationship class (never again).

One dragon stuck out to her, though. A light blue and deep green Pearlcatcher, always eager to attend scientific lessons with a young purple and pink Fae (at least, he looked young). Rumor had it that they were royalty and a part of a distant court.

And for once, Docere had no clue. And she wanted one.