Eupraxia

Eupraxia peered at the spines of the books shoved into the side of the lair. They bore a slight layer of dust, as barely anyone read in their clan. Many of them were visual learners, which didn’t surprise her as they were a Wind clan after all.

“Aha! Here we are. I knew I’d - ”

“I knew you were a bit off but I didn’t realize you talked to books.”

She looked up and automatically swatted around with her tail when she saw a flash of bright yellow gems on dark blue scales. It was Hesperus, as always.

“Hes, will you stop it?”

“I was just teasing.” His expression dropped to a more somber look, a difficult task for any spiral, though they were prone to sudden changes. “Eirene is asking about serving the Windsinger.”

Eupraxia looked across the lair to where Thalia was resting. She was lying over a pile of papers, the official record of every dragon that had resided with the clan, even temporarily. She sighed.

“Well, considering how thick that pile is,” she nodded over to Thalia, “she wouldn’t be left out. All she’d have to do is yell out and she’d be with Samantha.”