Silvester

Me and Rowan are good friends—no, despite what many think we aren’t mates. Our children are for the benefit of the clan, but we love them regardless of how we feel for eachother. Nicholas is a great familiar—he’s got the keenest eyes I’ve seen on any gecko, a good partner while out scouting.

…I miss Rowan—but, I must stay strong. For the clan, for our children… Ginko reminds me of him, but perhaps quieter and more aloof, FracturedGaze has that bright purple she inherited from him, but is a lot more stubborn—I guess he gets it from me. FlutteringOak, well—she’s got that same scatterbrained optimism, but a lot less excitable.

I have a grandchild now, all of my children have gone with the Gladekeeper… CinderingBirch wishes to follow the other Tundras into the ranks of our god. SycamoreWisp wishes to stay. I love them both dearly… how many more generations will I watch? Until I grow old…

CinderingBirch has left, leaving behind a lovely golden tundra named QuakingAspen. There’s a rather stunning mirror that’s recently joined our clan as well—He seems to find me intriguing. SycamoreWisp has left me, wishing to meet his nephews and nieces. I do not blame him.

Me and Nicholas have been together the longest, the gecko has never left my side throughout my life and for that I am grateful as I watch over what could be the last egg I hatch. My egg has hatched, they have no siblings, and no kin other than me, QuakingAspen, and their father; Manta.

My hatchling has been named Chamomile, they’re blue all over and very quiet.