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These words were uppermost in her mind as she denounced the Nature shaman, exposing her for the charlatan she truly was. The villagers erupted into furor. For many moons they had relied on the shaman, believing that her magic kept their illnesses at bay. But[/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18022332]Chrysocolla [/url][color=#5B0F15]the shaman had been a fraud from the beginning; there was nothing healing in her touch. She had maintained her position through trickery, exploiting the clan's awe of her -- and all that had fallen apart after Pyrea had arrived. The clan leader promised that vengeance would be swift. The shaman was in custody now, and the next day, she would be executed for her crimes. It was incredibly harsh judgment, and Pyrea couldn't help glancing at the shaman to see how she was reacting. What she saw made her blood run cold. Chrysocolla was smiling. Surrounded by dragons brandishing weapons at her, crying out for her blood, the disgraced shaman stood stock-still. Her emerald eyes glittered coldly, boring into Pyrea, and beneath them, her mouth curved into a wintry smile. Pyrea shuddered and turned away. Pleading fatigue, she retired to her hut to sleep. That night, the village buzzed with intrigue as word of Chrysocolla's sentence got around. Pyrea felt bad for her, but she had arrived only a few days ago, and her words would not carry much weight with the clan leader. Besides, Chrysocolla was dangerous. She was power-hungry and unscrupulous....Better that she be put to death. It would solve a lot of problems.... Such dark thoughts roiling in Pyrea's mind -- it was no wonder sleep didn't come easily to her. When it did, there was no rest, either. The noise of the clan was always on the edge of hearing, and she found herself unable to hide from that green-eyed gaze and that frigid smile....[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1907lo5efl2fhx5/3-mind.png[/img][/center] [color=#5B0F15]"FRAUD!" The shriek split the air, and then a clay jar smashed against Pyrea's hut. The healer cowered against the wall, her heart hammering in her chest. The noise had been building all night, and now, with the first light of day, it was the scream that'd awakened her. Pyrea cowered, terrified and confused, as the raging dragons rammed the door. [i]"What is happening?"[/i] Pyrea thought frantically as she peered from the window. She leaned out to address the crowd, hoping to reason with them, but instead-- [i]Chrysocolla.[/i] There she was, standing at the very back of the crowd. Her green eyes still shining, that smile still gleaming on her face. As the two Skydancers locked eyes, the shaman's smile split into a vicious grin. Her laugh was swallowed up by the roar of the crowd as they finally battered down the door. Pyrea only narrowly managed to escape. She flew away, wings pumping hard, and the Nature dragons chased after her. A sudden squall provided her with cover, and she ducked into a tree, where she huddled, trembling and exhausted. She remembered the shaman laughing, her hands reaching up as the crowd's cries crescendoed into a roar. [i]Enchantment[/i] -- so the shaman had other tricks in her bag, after all. Pyrea's throat went dry as she realized this....Chrysocolla had been no healer, but she had been an excellent manipulator, a weaver of lies and deceit. She had taken the previous day's events and rewritten them in the dragons' minds -- with Pyrea in her place, the charlatan unmasked...and due for the chopping block. Angry cries drew nearer....She would be discovered soon. With a grimace, she spread her wings again. The next few weeks were a nightmare for Pyrea. Her pursuers had informed other clans that [i]she[/i] was the one they were looking for, and these dragons, too, joined the hunt for her. She blundered through the Viridian Labyrinth, always half-listening for her hunters' roars, unable to fully rest or sleep. In time, she ran out of supplies, and she had to resort to thievery to survive. On one occasion, she managed to sneak into a campsite and steal a traveler's cloak. The cloak had a pouch of money sewn into the lining, and now she saw a way she might escape her torment. She stumbled into an unsavory seaside town one dreary day. She found a captain who was making ready to return to the Sunbeam Ruins and importuned him to take her on as a passenger. His price was exorbitant, but Pyrea paid it, pushing the pouch of coins into his claws. He grinned toothily, and the deal was sealed. She had hoped to find passage back to the Beacon of the Radiant Eye, but the captain was a scoundrel and marooned her on the barren coast instead. Already weak from hiding out in the wilderness, and with no supplies of her own, Pyrea stumbled through the unclaimed lands. Her own magic would not avail her here, for she was too weak to cast it. So again she wandered, no longer pursued, but her situation was no less precarious, for she was dangerously weak. Already delirium was beginning to set in. She slumped under a tree, barely feeling the icy rain that fell, soaking her scales. The landscape shimmered around her, first with the pale light of afternoon, and then with a strange rainbow cast....She could have laughed at that. Rainbows. What strange things to see even now, when the end was near. Her eyes drooped shut.... "Excuse me..." Pyrea's eyes snapped open again. A strange, spiky face was leaning in close to stare at her. For a wild moment, she thought her pursuers had caught up to her -- but then she realized that this dragon had golden eyes. "Are you all right? What are you doing out here; are you lost? You shouldn't shelter here; trees like this often get struck by lightning." Beyond the[/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25197371] Ridgeback[/url][color=#5B0F15], another dragon moved closer. Her great, pale shape filled Pyrea's vision, and she struggled to make sense of what she was seeing. Rainbow light washed from the pale[/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25555187] Imperial's[/url][color=#5B0F15] scales, painting the surrounds in prismatic hues. [i]"Delirious...This is it, I've cracked and gone mad."[/i] Her consciousness dropped into darkness. She slumped against the tree as the Ridgeback fussed around her, and she didn't feel as the Imperial lifted her and then gently placed her into a bag.[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/1907lo5efl2fhx5/3-mind.png[/img][/center] [color=#5B0F15]Pyrea was safe: She had been discovered by a young clan's gatherers, and they took her back to their lair, where she was nursed back to health. They were naturally curious about how she'd ended up in the wilderness in such a state, but after what she'd been through, she remained reticent about her ordeal. They were considerate enough not to keep prying. Still, it was difficult for Pyrea to relax around them. Healers are always in great demand, and when the clan found out about Pyrea's skill in this field, they asked if she would consider joining them. Pyrea was reluctant to do so at first. Two things finally convinced her to stay: first, this was a relatively new Light clan that she was unlikely to have trouble with, and second, no Nature dragons had joined them yet. She remained wary of the Gladekeeper's children. There was no telling how far Chrysocolla's enchantment had spread, how many dragons she had convinced to side with her. Whenever she saw a Nature dragon pass by, she became silent, kept her head down. No one ever accosted her, but she could not conceal the truth forever. In time, she shared her secrets with the clan's founders. The news did not please them, but at the same time, they recognized how much it had taken for Pyrea to trust them. By then, she had also proven herself to be a capable healer, a valued member of the clan, so they promised that they would continue defending her. Her heart nearly stopped the day she saw him: one of the dragons of Chrysocolla's clan. The Nature Imperial was in the market on business, and he stopped at a stall next to Pyrea. The Skydancer, expecting the worst, froze in place, wings trembling for flight. The huge Imperial paid for his purchase. As he turned to go, he noticed the healer's terrified stare. "Pardon me, madam. Is something wrong?" There was no hostility in his voice, and his expression was only mildly interested. Pyrea remembered the last time she'd seen him: He had ripped the roof off her hut, his face twisted in mindless rage. Just like all the others... "N...No. You look like...someone I know." "Hmm. Hardly possible. I only rarely come here for business. Perhaps you've met a relative of mine." "I think so. I'm sorry....I was mistaken." Pyrea slowly shook her head, and the Imperial moved away. It wasn't a mistake. She'd always had a good eye for faces, and she recognized him; it was definitely him. But he hadn't recognized her. [i]"Perhaps the enchantment has...worn off?"[/i] At her request, the clan leaders put out very careful inquiries, asking about any Light dragons who had recently run into trouble in the Labyrinth, those who had been identified as frauds and charlatans. Some reports surfaced, but none of the perpetrators matched Pyrea's description or had been executed. The clan that had chased her away was still active, but they had healers of their own now, homegrown physicians recruited from other Nature clans. There was no evidence that they had ever hired an unscrupulous shaman named Chrysocolla, let alone a Light healer named Pyrea. [i]"Could it be...?"[/i] A strange emotion fluttered in Pyrea's chest -- she couldn't rightly call it [i]hope[/i]. More like [i]anticipation[/i]...She asked the clan's[/color] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25834414]Exalt Remembrancer [/url][color=#5B0F15]to look through records for her, notices of exaltation...or death. The dark Ridgeback nodded silently and then went to access the Beacon's records, or the ones of other Flights, if need be. The results returned some weeks later: Chrysocolla, born of the Nature Flight, had indeed been exalted. "Perhaps that is why her enchantment has expired," said Touvar, who had been apprised of Pyrea's past as a matter of necessity. Whatever her own thoughts on the matter, they didn't show up on her face. She bowed perfunctorily to the healer and then retired to her own chamber. Pyrea considered it for a long time. An exalted dragon would be under direct command of the deity they'd gone to, and she didn't doubt that a god would have no trouble quashing Chrysocolla's insidious powers. And yet the unease refused to die away. She smoothed out the parchment that had given her the news....[/color] [center][color=#850012][i]This dragon has been exalted to the Lightweaver.[/i][/color][/center] [color=#5B0F15]The Lightweaver, not the Gladekeeper -- Pyrea's own deity. When had Chrysocolla come to the Sunbeam Ruins? [i]Why[/i] had she come? Or maybe... [i]Glittering green eyes flashing with hatred. She smiled her wintry smile and laughed as the crowd roared for blood. She was lost behind the tumult as Pyrea fled...and after that, the clan claimed they had never even heard of her.[/i] ...she had not [i]actually[/i] been exalted at all...?[/color] [right][font=Copperplate Gothic Light][color=#653F9C][size=5][b]~ The End[/b][/color][/size][/font][/right] [size=2][color=#9494A9][b]Credits:[/b] Thanks to [i]Deoxtri[/i] for additional info about Pyrea and Chrysocolla.[/color][/size] ----- [center][color=#BBBABF][size=1][b]PREV.[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436920]Dragon[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_2323941]Contents[/url] • Characters [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507351]A-M[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507353]N-Z[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507355]Stories Pt. 1[/url] | [/size][size=1][b]NEXT[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436945]Dragon[/url][/color][/size][/center]

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[center][color=#BBBABF][size=1][b]PREV.[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436945]Dragon[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_2323941]Contents[/url] • Characters [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507351]A-M[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507353]N-Z[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507355]Stories Pt. 1[/url] | [/size][size=1][b]NEXT[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436971]Dragon[/url][/color][/size][/center] ----- [columns][color=transparent]......[/color][nextcol][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26339056][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/coliseum/battlesprites/263391/26339056.png[/img][/url][nextcol][color=transparent]...[/color][nextcol][font=Garamond][size=7][size=5][color=#413C40]rofthoffer[/color][/size] [color=#BBBABF]|[/color] #26339056[/size][/font] [b]Bio:[/b] No [color=#BBBABF]|[/color] [b]Lore:[/b] Yes [color=#BBBABF]|[/color] [b]Art:[/b] Yes [b]Jump to lore:[/b] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436964]The Nocturne who Chased the Dawn[/url] [b]Factions:[/b] (none) [b]Possible Connections in:[/b] (none)[/columns] [list][*] I'm not sure where I picked up this weird notion that "Breed X should be paired only with X, not Y!" but I know I got Roft at around the time I was letting go of this notion. I was hunting for a mate for Frostlyn and he [i]had[/i] to be a Noc because a) the rarity! b) the cooldown time, and c) I didn't have any Nocs yet. Anyway, he and Frost produce really boring kids now, but back in my day, [i]they looked so cool[/i]. [*] Perpetually cranky. Used to be really hoity-toity and arrogant when he was younger. Is still kind of stiff, but at least nowadays he's easier to talk to. [*] The exception to this is Frostlyn, his mate, with whom he is ridiculously affectionate (in private). [*] Used to angle for exaltation, but now that he has settled into his life as a gatherer, he isn't as hungry for it as he used to be. He [i]is[/i] quite happy that most of his kids have been deemed worthy of it, however. [*] Is a more methodical, businesslike explorer. Keeps meticulous records of places and people he's visited, complete with coordinates, weather patterns, and so on. Other gatherers and travelers of the clan rely heavily on his records, and he coordinates with them to keep things updated. [*] Prefers to gather in, at most, very small teams (about four dragons, himself included). He is a Gathering Specialist, but knows he is not a very good leader.[/list] ----- [center][color=#BBBABF][size=1][b]PREV.[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436945]Dragon[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_2323941]Contents[/url] • Characters [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507351]A-M[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507353]N-Z[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507355]Stories Pt. 1[/url] | [/size][size=1][b]NEXT[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436971]Dragon[/url][/color][/size][/center]

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Shortly after hatching, his father had gone into the service of the Plaguebringer, flying far to the northeast. The sky had shone red, glinting off his faceted wings, and he had left a lingering afterimage -- an indelible memory -- in the young Rofthoffer's mind. Thereafter Rofthoffer had grown up in the Cloudscape Crags. His mother still remained with the clan, and she was hard-pressed to care for him -- Rofthoffer was stubborn and independent by nature, forever wandering off into the snow, and no amount of scolding or shouting could persuade him to stay inside the lair. His mother eventually gave up altogether and let him do as he pleased. He was particularly proud -- maybe [i]too[/i] proud -- of his wings. He had inherited them from his mother, and though they weren't as brilliant as his father's wings had been, Rofthoffer took great pride in them. Out in the snow, he could exercise and fly as much as he wished. Cold air sinks and isn't great for long, high flights, but Rofthoffer managed, and soon, among his siblings, he was the strongest flier. He might have been the smallest, but he was also the stubbornest. And he was determined to be the best. He also considered himself the most beautiful, but that's another issue entirely. And it came back to bite him on the snout one day, and nearly cost him his life.[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/pnq1d31z0is6qjh/1-ice.png[/img][/center] [color=#413C40] It was an ordinary day. There was no hint that it would turn into something strange, that it would take Rofthoffer into the first fight for his young and very short life. He was once again exploring the Cloudscape Crags. He had left the inabited peaks far behind him and was playing in the snow, among the shadows of long-dead trees. There was the sound of digging then, the soft crunching that told him a dragon was nearby, churning up the snow. Rofthoffer had seen other Ice dragons do that, but he was curious about who was out here in the middle of nowhere. (It didn't cross his mind that it was even weirder that a hatchling like [i]him[/i] would be out here.) He crept towards the sound. It was an Imperial. Rofthoffer caught his breath, hunkering down instinctively behind a blackened log. A huge white Imperial, a female, with a row of ice-blue stripes down her back. Rofthoffer's eyes were immediately drawn to her wings, however. Huge, brilliantly-colored wings -- but not wrought of cartilage. No... These wings had been wrought from metal and light. [i]"How...?"[/i] he thought in awe. He had seen artificial wings before. Most of them were ornaments, just for show, and didn't give an added boost to flight. But these wings...No matter how hard he blinked, he couldn't deny it: the wings had [i]fused[/i] with the white dragon's flesh. Not glued on, not tied on, but moving together with the small leathery wings beneath. The light pulsed and shifted where the Imperial's muscles rippled, and she flexed the metal parts as easily as she flexed her claws. Churning up the snow. Digging at something beneath it....She extracted a broken penny jar with her teeth, and now Rofthoffer saw her eyes. Yellow eyes. A Light dragon's eyes. [i]"Intruder!"[/i] he thought -- but before he could take action, the white dragon spread her wings. He paused, dumbfounded, as rainbow light shone through. And then with a crack of thunder, the white Imperial spiraled up into the air. Roft bounded out of hiding. "Wait!" he yelled -- but the wind snatched away his words. The white dragon flew low, skimming over the snow, and Roft raced after her, his small legs whirring madly. With another crackling whoosh, the Imperial beat her wings. This time, she angled up into the sky. As Roft had suspected she would, she turned east. It was dawn. The sun was rising. It shone through the white dragon's rainbow wings, and now a memory blazed in Roft's mind.... [i]Dawn. The sky to the northeast glowed a deep, bloody red. A group of Plagueservants was passing through the Cloudscape Crags, and they stopped to chat with Rofthoffer's clan. Roft's father agreed to join them, in exchange for some treasure which would be put towards sustaining his family. The Plagueservants had made it clear that, for this sacrifice, he would be honored even above their older members, exalted into the Plaguebringer's service. But exalted dragons didn't come back again. The Plaguelings had flown off soon after, Roft's father among their ranks. Roft had watched him go. His mother had seen the distressed look on his face and soothed him, "It is a great honor to serve a dragon deity, even if it is a deity of another element. You should not be sad." She had been wrong. Rofthoffer had quickly understood the meaning of exaltation, and he hadn't been sad because his father was leaving. Rather, he had wanted a taste of that honor and glory, too....[/i] And he still did. [/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/pnq1d31z0is6qjh/1-ice.png[/img][/center] [color=#413C40] Rofthoffer spread his wings. He launched himself into the air and lifted off into a swirl of snow. Flying off, towards the east, into the growing light of dawn. Across the sea, towards greater glory. As his father had done! [i]"I'll bring that intruder back. That's our gold. She shouldn't steal. I'll take it back!"[/i] Had he spent more time in the lair, he would've learned that it was normal for dragons of other flights to gather wealth in other territories. Roft's own clanmates gathered in other lands all the time. But he'd always been an inattentive student -- at best. And now, flying...away from the Cloudscape Crags, across the great blue sea.... At one point, he looked down, and for the first time in many days he felt a stab of fear. Instead of soft white snow, he saw cold waters, crashing waves. The abyss yawned beneath him. "Eyes on the prize!" He'd heard other dragons say that on the fairgrounds. He forced his head up, looked towards the east. The Imperial's rainbow wings flashed into the light of the rising sun, beckoning him on. She flew slowly, almost clumsily, and Roft managed to keep her in sight. Over the dark seawater, the lands of Ice receding steadily behind. Onward over the dark sea, with no land in sight at all. And then they crossed the lands of Fire, where the air was warm and always gave rest to a soaring dragon's wings. The white Imperial banked lazily, almost twirling in the air, as the warm currents buoyed her into the sky. Roft smiled grimly, and he beat his wings faster. He crossed from current to current, closing the distance between them. To the east, the sun vanished, hidden behind a bank of storm clouds. They were entering the Stormcatcher's territory. Rofthoffer almost quailed, but the Imperial beat her wings and darted towards the clouds like a rainbow arrow. She soared high, and Rofthoffer knew she would try to go above the storm. He had never flown that high before. But still he tried. Over the looming thunderheads, which glittered with scorching lightning....The wind was like invisible fingers plucking at Roft's wings, threatening to drag him down. Worse than any ocean...The clouds were ponderous, but Roft wasn't fooled. Treacherous currents whirled inside them, and they would tear him apart if he fell into their grasp. He was tired. He couldn't afford to be tired now. He beat his wings until they blurred, and he fixed his eyes on the rainbow shape in the distance. Farther away now...but he could see it; he could still see it! He rode over the storm. He avoided the worst of the wind, but was often buffeted by rogue currents, thrown up or pushed side to side. His wings burned, and he ached for breath. At some point it rained, droplets of water spiraling up from below, but he didn't notice. There was only pain, the storm he had to avoid...and that gleaming rainbow, shining against the dawn. Shining even above the storm. The lands of Light opened up beneath him. He didn't notice. The world around him changed, but he didn't see it. He had reached the dawn, but that rainbow, that elusive rainbow...It was still ahead of him...and curving down to earth. Down to the ground! He could make it! [i]He could make it![/i] The rainbow curved down to meet the earth, and eventually, so did he.[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/pnq1d31z0is6qjh/1-ice.png[/img][/center] [color=#413C40]"Are you alive?" It was a silly question, but it had to be asked. Roft was aware, dimly, of a voice asking him this question. He trembled with exhaustion, and his eyelids fluttered, but he couldn't manage more than a little moan. Still, it was an answer. "That's a really stupid question, Ray." "Huh, if you're so smart, then [i]you[/i] talk to him." The gold Skydancer hopped up and down a few times in an agitated little dance. Still, his face was furrowed in concern. "I'll get the clan," he muttered -- and then he was gone, loping off into the east. He spread his wings as he went, and sunlight bounced off them, golden rays skittering across the grass. Roft gasped as memories resurfaced in his mind. "I've never seen you around here. Are you from another clan?" The second Skydancer hunkered down and nuzzled at him. "Sometimes hatchlings get lost and wander in....It happens. Did you get lost?" "I'm from...Ice..." "Huh." The Skydancer blinked. He had pink eyes -- Arcane eyes. "There are lots of Ice dragons here." "I was following...rainbow...Imperial..." "Rainbow...Ah, you must mean our [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25555187]Frostlyn[/url][color=#413C40]!" The Skydancer grinned. "She's very popular with other dragons, yes. And children adore her. I guess she's kind of like a child herself....Hey, Frostlyn, this young lad here says he followed you home." [i]Frostlyn.[/i] Now the rainbow dragon had a name. Rofthoffer blinked as his eyes adjusted. She was large, as all Imperials were. She followed the golden Skydancer across the grass, her yellow eyes wide with concern. The beautiful wings of rainbow light were folded against her flanks. "You!" Rofthoffer gasped. "Intruder!" He leveled himself up and lunged forward -- and collapsed, his snout digging into the dirt. He was utterly exhausted, and the world started to grow dark again. Beside him, the three dragons conferred. "I think he must've been playing a game and then wandered off," said [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26091954]Afterglow[/url][color=#413C40], the black Skydancer. "He seems confused....He might've eaten something, a poisonous fungus or somesuch." "Kids these days'll eat anything," said [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26082103]Radiance[/url][color=#413C40]. He folded his golden wings and shifted uneasily from side to side. "Let's take him back to the lair. It's not far. Veritas'll send someone out to ask around, see if he belongs to any of the nearby clans. Frostlyn, can you carry him?" "Yes, of course." The white dragon bent low. Rofthoffer saw her eyes through a haze of exhaustion -- golden eyes, as light and as warm as the first rays of dawn. "Come on, sleepyhead," she crooned to him. "Let's get you someplace warm....Glow, his skin is deathly cold. Does he have a fever? Is...Is he OK?"[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/pnq1d31z0is6qjh/1-ice.png[/img][/center] [color=#413C40]Roft awoke in darkness. He came awake slowly, peeking out through his eyelids, his nose and ears filtering information from outside. He was in a room, a cave....It was a little bit dark. He opened his eyes. The cave was wide, high enough to admit a full-grown Imperial (though Ridgebacks would have to stoop, and it'd be a bit crowded for Snappers). A neat shelf had been carved into the wall nearby. Well-worn hatchling toys had been lined up, but it looked as if they hadn't been played with for some time. There was also a nest next to Roft, but it was empty, the hatchlings having grown up long ago. Roft's own nest had been lined with a rough blue cloth. He poked at it tentatively. It was a blue barbarian's banner -- probably just something spare they'd had lying around and scrounged up for him. There was a pearly Skydancer on a ledge nearby, apparently asleep. Roft paid her no heed as he bundled himself up in the banner and scuttled out. He didn't notice the Skydancer peer at him with one bright eye. Outside the cliff, it was sundown. He wasn't sure how many hours had passed....There were dragons nearby, clanmates from the look of it, going about their business. The two Skydancers who'd picked him up, Radiance and Afterglow, were on a high outcrop, their scales gleaming in the setting sun. A sleek blue Tundra sat nearby, cleaning his claws, and a hooded Mirror was fishing at a nearby stream. Roft heard the click of claws behind him, and he turned around. The pink Skydancer walked up to him and sat down. She adjusted her gossamer silks carefully, almost unconcernedly. Her voice, when she spoke, was very soft and calm: "You flew a long way, didn't you?" "I'm from Ice. The Cloudscape Crags." Roft could say it clearly now. His stubbornness made him unafraid -- and besides that, he was too tired to think straight. "The sentries thought you had wandered in from a nearby lair, but we couldn't have guessed you'd come from such a faraway place. You were following our Frostlyn." "Yes...Yes, I was." Roft puffed himself up. His banner slipped down around his shoulders. "She shouldn't have been there. She was an intruder! You dragons of other elements, you can't just go into other places and..." [i]Plaguelings coming to his clan....[/i] "...and [i]take[/i] stuff...!" [i]A sum of treasure had exchanged hands. Rofthoffer's father had said goodbye and then turned towards the dawn....Or maybe it'd been a sunset....[/i] A shadow fell over Rofthoffer. He turned around. The Tundra and Mirror had approached and were blinking in conclusion. The Mirror still held a wriggling fish, and she smacked it absently against the ground. The Tundra dragon cleared his throat. He said, rather lamely, "You must be new here."[/color] [center][img]https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/s/pnq1d31z0is6qjh/1-ice.png[/img][/center] [color=#413C40]He learned the names of the three new dragons. [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25503114]Vanessa[/url][color=#413C40], the pearl-colored Skydancer, was the matron. The fishing Mirror was [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26004563]Malkiriam[/url][color=#413C40], and the blue Tundra, [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=26004569]Hiveriel[/url][color=#413C40]. He met the other members of the clan, though he found that their names and faces blurred together after a while. The two Guardian progenitors. Their three pretty children. The Ridgeback pair who squabbled happily with the proud, handsome Pearlcatcher who denned next to them....Many dragons, all of them grown, who welcomed him and urged him to make himself comfortable. A black Ridgeback had playfully tried to scare Roft, lunging out at him from the shadows. Roft had squeaked and scuttled away, back to the safety of Vanessa's side. And Frostlyn...Of course Frostlyn was there. The lair-mother, [/color][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25521457]Veritas[/url][color=#413C40], made some effort to find Roft's clan. They were quickly located, but by then the clan had decided that Rofthoffer was more trouble than he was worth and he could stay where he was. He was nearly grown by then, just about due to leave the nest. It no longer mattered to them where he went. He stayed with Frostlyn's clan, because his long flight had exhausted him and he needed some time to recover. He learned about the rules of gathering and took them to heart; he would not make the same mistake again.... [i]"Mistakes are strange,"[/i] he thought one day. [i]"They can be dangerous, but sometimes they can lead to great things...."[/i] He was now half-grown. His beautiful wings had faded somewhat, bleached by sunlight -- and, it had to be said, neglect. Most of the time, they were covered by the blue banner, the same one they'd given him back when he'd first arrived. They had cleaned and patched it up specially for him. It was a bit threadbare, and the younger Rofthoffer would have turned his nose up at it -- but then, Rofthoffer wasn't a child anymore. He did not think about preening himself so much now. He was at that age where he was supposed to start earning his keep, and he made it a point to be the best forager, the best insect-catcher....That part of him, at least, hadn't changed. He had been partnered with Frostlyn. They were together quite often now. Her cheerfulness, her easy laugh, had made it easy for him to forgive her. He had learned the story of how she'd gotten her fantastic wings. He had been a bit disappointed to learn they'd been manufactured for female Imperials only. "It has to do with our size, I think," she said. She flexed her claws, uprooted tender shoots of grass. "The Lightning dragons didn't create any for male Imperials, either. But in the future, they might...." "You got them from the land of Lightning, you say?" "Oh, yes." Frostlyn had learned to fly there, guided by the Lightning dragons, testing her new and magnificent wings. She had conquered headwinds, sailed into storms. Rofthoffer listened to her, remembering the storm he'd flown over as a child, and his heart quaked within him. "That sounds really scary. You're a better flier than I thought." Frostlyn laughed. As Rofthoffer had noticed, she laughed very easily. "I'm still a bit clumsy. I guess it's because the wings aren't natural and don't have any nerves. If some of the parts are ripped off, I won't be able to feel them." "That could be dangerous." Thunder rumbled in the distance. Rofthoffer turned, saw storm clouds building. Storms often spilled over into the land of Light....He didn't like it when that happened. He and Frostlyn started back to the lair. The storm overtook them, and they took shelter underneath a rock overhang. A very light drizzle began to fall. Rofthoffer peered out. "It doesn't look so bad. We could run home," he said -- but before he could take a step, there was a tremendous crack of thunder. He squeaked and backpedaled, bumping into Frostlyn. She unfurled a single rainbow wing. "There, there...No need to be afraid," she chided gently. A veil of rainbow light encircled Roft, and he paused, briefly mesmerized. "This kind of storm passes quickly. It would be dangerous to run outside with all that lightning, though....Here, just stay with me, all right? Just stay here." Rofthoffer looked out at the storm. Then he looked up at Frostlyn's face. Her warm golden eyes shone in the gloom as she watched the rain fall. Undaunted, unafraid...A rainbow arching over the storm. His days of exploring far from home, of leaving the lair for days on end, were over. He wasn't really disappointed by that, though. Not one bit disappointed at all. "Yes," Rofthoffer sighed at last. He relaxed and pressed close to Frostlyn's side. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying with you."[/color] [right][font=Copperplate Gothic Light][color=#413C40][size=5][b]~ The End[/b][/color][/size][/font][/right] ----- [center][color=#BBBABF][size=1][b]PREV.[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436945]Dragon[/url] | [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_2323941]Contents[/url] • Characters [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507351]A-M[/url] [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507353]N-Z[/url] • [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/1#post_30507355]Stories Pt. 1[/url] | [/size][size=1][b]NEXT[/b][/size] [size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2323941/7#post_32436971]Dragon[/url][/color][/size][/center]

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