FrozenDawn

Frost, unsurprisingly, comes for the frozen lands. Before the clan left the arcane realm, they found a small calf with a crystalline fur, sleeping soundly in a basket. Blissfully unaware of the dead gaoler servant who was laid on the ground, still holding the basket in her rigid claws. As it turned out, during the night, an important noble family of Gaolers further down South had suffered a mutiny, leaving the innocent baby as their sole heir, and the only survivor of that terrible night.
It was not thanks to pity, but thanks to greed that the matriarch and the patriarch decided to adopt the calf- after all, maybe one day some wealthy relative would reward them handsomely for taking care of the heir.

Frost grew into a shy but elegant dragon. He is not of much use, and he isn’t that brave either, but the financial prize he represents is enough for the leaders of the clan to keep him.

Although lately, a certain obelisk farmer girl seems to be particularly delighted to have him around as well…