Tirian

"The Trio of Gold,
What terrors do they hold,
Their power that burns so bright?

With their cackles and laughter,
That will send you into hereafter,
Once you are in their sight!"

The crimson and gold dragoness stared at their nest in irritation, claws tapping angrily on the stone beneath her. Oh she knew it wasn't her glowing white mate's fault, but it was the state of their nest. Her nest, to be precise. The veil had been the thinnest the night their eggs were laid and hatched. What was once four eggs, there now were three cackling hatchlings. Three. The fourth egg? It's power had been siphoned by these three before it could hatch. Although no child of theirs was alive until the translucent egg cracked open, it.... only meant that their powers were, unfortunately, just as uncontrollable as Taliesin and her's first nest.

"This is... unfortunate." the white dragon sighed, tone disappointed as his eyes glowed from behind the black fabric. Their childrens' eyes were a deep shade of crimson and a strange taint of shadows swirled in their power. He could sense it, a corroding thing that only upset the balance they thought to have created between their magic. Instead it now tilted just as dangerously out of balance as their first children.

"We will need to keep an eye on them as they grow. If they do not learn to clear their minds and try and purge this corrosion, they will remain dangerously unstable. The thinning veil did not do us any favors." Ausir huffed at him, leaning down to nose their hatchlings. One hiccuped and breathed a gust of sparking magic which caught the air on fire. The dragoness drew back and closed her eyes, counting to ten. This.... will be an interesting trio.

- - -

As blinding as the rising sun, Tirian's scales glitter and gleam in the light, showcasing not only his fiery colors, but his personality. As the eldest of the trio, he takes a deep interest in making the rules to follow. Or what technically counts as rules. In all honesty, he mainly wants to cause chaos everywhere he goes. Tricks and pranks are what run in his blood. Every step he takes, he is immediately shadowed by his two brothers. Apart, they can create enough chaos as it is, but together?

Together they were unstoppable.

Tirian grinned as he slid among the shadows, even if they couldn't hide his shimmering visage. He never minded that the shadows seemed to run from him in turn, as if they too can sense his chaotic presence. The trio had their own unique talents, born on the day the veil thinned, and his? He smirked as shadowy wisps began to rise from the ground, swirling around him.

Oh, it was nothing much. But he could control and speak to the lingering spirits. And oh did they love to cause havoc at his beck and call.