Foster

Wow lore guys!

Meet Foster, a kind warrior, who protects the Myst clans territory in the Emperors wake alongside Sweetheart and Error. He's a softy for romance, and for helping lost dragons as long as the elder warriors deem them no threat to the clan, he isn't very good at judging character himself, he's still young after all.

His first mate Xanthe was a fierce visitor from the Tourmaline Archives. His companions deemed her safe enough, apart from her firecracker attitude. No doubt Foster had fallen head over heels for her at first sight. After a little bit of cheesy wooing, Xanthe warmed up a bit to the soft spiral lad, his gentle approach left nothing to be desired. With days to spare before Xanthe had to go back to her home, they nested a small clutch of three eggs. An unnamed guy who was sent off to the Lightweaver, Kaa the largest between he and his sister stayed with his father, and Banana a bright little girl went back home with her mother. Leaving a little hole in Foster's heart. Sometimes Xanthe may find a little banana-flavored treat all wrapped up in pretty packaging, often with no note but reminding her of the hopeless romantic of spiral she had met.

Nightmare, coming on her grandmother's suggestion had come to Foster, broken-hearted, while the sweet male treaded carefully around her, any advances were gentle and kind. Towards the end of her visit, they had a nest of 3 little spirals, Ketsal was sent off to serve the Stormcatcher, Hendrix was taken in by a kind clan far off in the Wild Sanctum, and lastly, Ginger who joined Nightmare along the path home. While Ginger was loved, he had sent word back that even he couldn't quell his mother's broken heart, but he with the help of his great grandmother's help and guidance, had opened a bakery... He even had a love interest! Foster couldn't be more proud of his son. Foster often finds himself sending his friend Ocelot on a short run to bring the perma-babies of the clan a sweet treat from his son's bakery and maybe to leave a flower and a pastry wherever Nightmare may be secretly of course.

One was a dragon who was a little closer to home. While odd indeed, she was kind and caring. One had been the one to make the first move towards Foster. Gifting him his beloved trident. Eventually, they had a sweet nest of three hatchlings (rest to be continued when they leave the nest). While Foster liked her, he never felt right with the Fae.

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