Makira had always felt... Something. A weak pull. Maybe it was her imagination. Or maybe she actually did feel it. She had no way of knowing for sure. Sometimes it wasn't there and other times she was acutely aware of its presence. It was there most of the time, a dull feeling. Sometimes she thought she heard a voice come with it, whispering softly in her ear. Sometimes a small chill ran through her, causing her to shudder. Other dragons constantly asked if she was ok. She always nodded. She was fine. Haunted by a ghost, maybe, but fine.

Makira tried traveling to New places, trying to find answers. Reading books and scrolls, looking for anything that could give her an idea of what was going on. She knew something about her was different, but what was it? Eventually, she found herself within a place known as the Forgotten Realms. She planned to head to the kingdom, but stopped as she noticed something. The pull... It was a little stronger, tugging her in a different direction. She decided to follow it, just this one time. She came up on a field, where other Gaolers were. They felt almost familiar to her. She saw one of the dragons turn to look at her, one that felt more familiar. She's never saw any of these dragons in her entire life, but maybe...

Maybe they had the answers she's been looking for.

_____ _____ Generation 4, Gladioli Line Unable to connect with the Beyond upon their birth, the Rooted carry the flowers and lineage, but not the powers of the Mourning Flowers of Sornieth. Often serving as the liaisons between the mortals of Sornieth and the Flowers, Rooted are the in-between creatures that do not fully fit anywhere. The flowers growing from their mortal forms do not wither. Living their lives the same way as other mortals, and destined to die the same way, they await the day of their death so they can reconnect with the Graveyard that created them...