Howlite

Howlite's clan had a practice where hatchling and outsiders were known only by names from the style of cuts that gems were made into. Once a hatchling reached young adulthood they were given the choice to either leave or remain, and thus take part in tradition. The tradition was one that allowed the newly young adult to gain their own name and place within the den.

Sent out alone into the woods until they find a mineral, that mineral then becomes their name and they in turn embrace their new place in the den.

On the day of his choice a young unnamed hatchling said goodbye to his mother Azurite and father Marquise and went to the forest. He would return to them with a name was what sounded in his head. He walked a full day, stopping only to check the rocks that showed a small bit of shine to them. But non held what he sought. This routine continued till midday on the forth day. He had stopped to catch his breath and saw what at first he thought to be merely bones. A small bit of white with greyish black crackles, but looking closer turned out to be a large nodule of Howlite.



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