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[center](Insert fancy graphic here, eventually) [font="OptimusPrinceps"][size=7][b]Robin's Records and Roster[/b][/size] [size=5]The Lore of the Wayward Winds Clan[/size] [i][size=4]The library of the Wayward Winds is a small, humble little thing. Though large enough to accommodate dragons of all sizes, it's only [i]just[/i] large enough for an Imperial or Guardian—such larger breeds would not be comfortable navigating the space or remaining for very long. Which is perfectly serviceable for the small clan, as the library does not house any tables, nor even a front desk. Just a collection of books that one may borrow and return at their leisure, tended by a bright blue Fae fluttering about from shelf to shelf. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/41287073][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/412871/41287073_350.png[/img][/url] He does not seem to notice your presence at first, darting between shelves and a pedestal near the center with a large book twice his size laying open upon it. As he grabs a smaller book, better suited for his size, and returns to the pedestal, he finally seems to take notice of your presence. "Yes? May I help you?" For those accustomed to the visuals of Fae speech, his offer is genuine—but almost sarcastic to those not. "Are you looking for something specific or... oh! You're the one the Council mentioned they were sending to learn about clan history, aren't you?" Before you can even answer, the small Fae is setting the smaller book aside, and gesturing to a small disc set aside in the corner of the room. "Come on, Lerys, help me carry this somewhere more comfortable for our guest to hear the retelling." As you watch, lightning sparks around the disc, growing and shifting until it forms the upright figure of a lightning acolyte. Without a sound, save for the crackling of its body, the familiar does as its asked, and the three of you make your way outside. Robin leads your group to the edge of a quite bamboo copse nearby, away from any of the dens in the main area of the clan. As Lerys sets down the book, he flips it open and shuffles through the first few pages before saying, "Alright, are you ready to start?"[/i][/font] ----- Welcome to Robin's Records and Roster! This is the home of my clan lore and the kinda-chronological retelling of it. It is not all-encompassing—especially in the beginning, where I will be handwaving a few details, picking up after my first hiatus rather than the start of my time on FR, and generally not touching on everything that may have happened, logically, during that time. After all, this is supposed to be fun, and this lore is something that was only just barely started back then, and finalized and fleshed out now, several years later! So if things seem like they're proceeding at a bit of a fast pace, just assume there's a reasonable amount of time between said events. In my clan lore, I mostly ascribe to the FR timing that @/Petall does in many of their Pinkerlockes: one month for us is a year for the dragons. The difference for me is instead of each year beginning with a festival, it usually ends with a festival, one final hurrah to the element as its dominance fades away for the next elemental year. This is a little less crucial to me and my lore because, even when I catch up to now, I will likely not be mentioning festivals unless something Happens. Still a fun thing to note, though! If you find that you're enjoying my lore and want to be pinged when I post more, feel free to join my pinglist! [pinglist=12261] Eventually, once I'm happy with where Wayward Winds is at, or if I ever decide to venture outside of Wind for any amount of time, I may decide to make smaller clans with their own lore, or maybe do a Pinkerlocke of my own! If I do, their pinglists will be added here and they will be added to this thread! Hence why the name is not necessarily Wayward Winds specific (even if Robin [i]is[/i] a member of the clan...). With that being said, lets get right into it!
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Robin's Records and Roster
The Lore of the Wayward Winds Clan

The library of the Wayward Winds is a small, humble little thing. Though large enough to accommodate dragons of all sizes, it's only just large enough for an Imperial or Guardian—such larger breeds would not be comfortable navigating the space or remaining for very long. Which is perfectly serviceable for the small clan, as the library does not house any tables, nor even a front desk. Just a collection of books that one may borrow and return at their leisure, tended by a bright blue Fae fluttering about from shelf to shelf.

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He does not seem to notice your presence at first, darting between shelves and a pedestal near the center with a large book twice his size laying open upon it. As he grabs a smaller book, better suited for his size, and returns to the pedestal, he finally seems to take notice of your presence.

"Yes? May I help you?" For those accustomed to the visuals of Fae speech, his offer is genuine—but almost sarcastic to those not. "Are you looking for something specific or... oh! You're the one the Council mentioned they were sending to learn about clan history, aren't you?" Before you can even answer, the small Fae is setting the smaller book aside, and gesturing to a small disc set aside in the corner of the room. "Come on, Lerys, help me carry this somewhere more comfortable for our guest to hear the retelling."

As you watch, lightning sparks around the disc, growing and shifting until it forms the upright figure of a lightning acolyte. Without a sound, save for the crackling of its body, the familiar does as its asked, and the three of you make your way outside. Robin leads your group to the edge of a quite bamboo copse nearby, away from any of the dens in the main area of the clan. As Lerys sets down the book, he flips it open and shuffles through the first few pages before saying, "Alright, are you ready to start?"




Welcome to Robin's Records and Roster! This is the home of my clan lore and the kinda-chronological retelling of it. It is not all-encompassing—especially in the beginning, where I will be handwaving a few details, picking up after my first hiatus rather than the start of my time on FR, and generally not touching on everything that may have happened, logically, during that time. After all, this is supposed to be fun, and this lore is something that was only just barely started back then, and finalized and fleshed out now, several years later! So if things seem like they're proceeding at a bit of a fast pace, just assume there's a reasonable amount of time between said events.

In my clan lore, I mostly ascribe to the FR timing that @/Petall does in many of their Pinkerlockes: one month for us is a year for the dragons. The difference for me is instead of each year beginning with a festival, it usually ends with a festival, one final hurrah to the element as its dominance fades away for the next elemental year. This is a little less crucial to me and my lore because, even when I catch up to now, I will likely not be mentioning festivals unless something Happens. Still a fun thing to note, though!

If you find that you're enjoying my lore and want to be pinged when I post more, feel free to join my pinglist!



Eventually, once I'm happy with where Wayward Winds is at, or if I ever decide to venture outside of Wind for any amount of time, I may decide to make smaller clans with their own lore, or maybe do a Pinkerlocke of my own! If I do, their pinglists will be added here and they will be added to this thread! Hence why the name is not necessarily Wayward Winds specific (even if Robin is a member of the clan...).

With that being said, lets get right into it!
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[center](insert a fancy Clan Roster graphic here) [font="OptimusPrinceps"][size=7]Clan Roster[/size] [size=4][i]You gesture for the Fae to pause for a moment, losing track of who he’s talking about. You glance around the visible clan grounds to try and get your bearings on who's who. He seems to recognize your confusion and pulls a rolled up scroll from his back. "Don't you worry, I have a roster right here! Some of our clan can be a little hard to find at times, so if you ever need a refresher on who anyone is, you can just refer to this."[/i][/size] ----- My clan tends to shuffle around a LOT as I try and organize in a way that makes me happy, or move dragons around for room in my lair. Some dragons may also be on Stock the Pond rotation in or out of my hibernal den, or otherwise tucked away for safekeeping. If you're looking for a dragon and don't want to go looking for a chapter with their page linked in it, then you can find all of my dragons with writing in this thread here! It should be noted that bios are written up to date with the “present” lore, while much of this lore thread is, as of now, about past events. As such, most bios (and, to a lesser extent, portraits) [b]may contain spoilers[/b] for future events and relationships! Dragons will be listed leaders first, then alphabetical after that. ----- ----- [left] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7414][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/75/7414p.png[/img][/url] - Zaia, Clan Matriarch [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7415][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/75/7415p.png[/img][/url] - Maudy, Clan Patriarch [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/10561637][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/105617/10561637p.png[/img][/url] - Nix, Sage of Fire [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/57159054][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/571591/57159054p.png[/img][/url] - Arys, Sage of Stars [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/13425312][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/134254/13425312p.png[/img][/url] - Carina, Scout and loyal guardsdragon [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/9832738][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/98328/9832738p.png[/img][/url] - Djinn, Jack-of-all-trades and eager messenger [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/17250214][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/172503/17250214p.png[/img][/url] - Glade, Seeker of Redemption [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/10549204][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/105493/10549204p.png[/img][/url] - Jenx, the Ice-Corrupted [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/17408454][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/174085/17408454p.png[/img][/url] - Lothair, the Molten Daughter [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/89913729][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/899138/89913729p.png[/img][/url] - Reedcleft, the Zephyr Dancer [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/12748623][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/127487/12748623p.png[/img][/url] - Refla, Captain of the Clan Guard [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/9778702][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/97788/9778702p.png[/img][/url] - Snow, Master of Markets [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/16766288][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/167663/16766288p.png[/img][/url] - Solaris, the Radiant [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/18134446][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/181345/18134446p.png[/img][/url] - Svenn, Seeker of Redemption [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/11628148][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/116282/11628148p.png[/img][/url] - Tiali, the Spirit of Wind
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You gesture for the Fae to pause for a moment, losing track of who he’s talking about. You glance around the visible clan grounds to try and get your bearings on who's who. He seems to recognize your confusion and pulls a rolled up scroll from his back. "Don't you worry, I have a roster right here! Some of our clan can be a little hard to find at times, so if you ever need a refresher on who anyone is, you can just refer to this."



My clan tends to shuffle around a LOT as I try and organize in a way that makes me happy, or move dragons around for room in my lair. Some dragons may also be on Stock the Pond rotation in or out of my hibernal den, or otherwise tucked away for safekeeping. If you're looking for a dragon and don't want to go looking for a chapter with their page linked in it, then you can find all of my dragons with writing in this thread here!

It should be noted that bios are written up to date with the “present” lore, while much of this lore thread is, as of now, about past events. As such, most bios (and, to a lesser extent, portraits) may contain spoilers for future events and relationships!

Dragons will be listed leaders first, then alphabetical after that.




7414p.png - Zaia, Clan Matriarch
7415p.png - Maudy, Clan Patriarch
10561637p.png - Nix, Sage of Fire
57159054p.png - Arys, Sage of Stars

13425312p.png - Carina, Scout and loyal guardsdragon
9832738p.png - Djinn, Jack-of-all-trades and eager messenger
17250214p.png - Glade, Seeker of Redemption
10549204p.png - Jenx, the Ice-Corrupted
17408454p.png - Lothair, the Molten Daughter
89913729p.png - Reedcleft, the Zephyr Dancer
12748623p.png - Refla, Captain of the Clan Guard
9778702p.png - Snow, Master of Markets
16766288p.png - Solaris, the Radiant
18134446p.png - Svenn, Seeker of Redemption
11628148p.png - Tiali, the Spirit of Wind
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[center][font="OptimusPrinceps"][size=5][b][u]0. Homecoming[/font] ----- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7414][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/scry?sdid=3996201&skin=0&apparel=814&xt=dressing.png[/img][/url] “Come, Maudy, we’re nearly there!” The Mirror, her scales a stark blue against the ashen soil around them, races ahead towards a looming hill. “We should be able to see the clan territory from up here.” [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/7415][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/preview/dragon?age=1&body=33&bodygene=0&breed=6&element=11&eyetype=0&gender=0&tert=63&tertgene=0&winggene=0&wings=40&auth=68a02b88e2bfa8ab5833dc29fbda97de47dd1030&dummyext=prev.png[/img][/url] Behind her, Maudy follows slowly, each step labored as if he’s about to collapse under the weight of his green fur. “Easy, Zaia, my dear. I’m still becoming accustomed to this heat again.” Zaia pauses halfway up the hill, turning back to her partner. Almost as fast as she ran up the hill, she slithers back down to him. He sits heavily upon the ash-covered ground, exhaling shakily at the moment’s respite. Sitting herself in front of him, Zaia runs her claws through his mane, trying to help encourage cooling airflow as she mutters quiet reassurances. “Not far now, my love. Soon we’ll be in our dark, quiet burrow you dug out for us, where the heat cannot get to you. Soon we’ll be amongst the hills where the cool breezes of the Plateau ruffle your fur. Soon, we’ll be home. Just a little further.” “I know. It is just hard to bear this heat outside of the Flamecaller’s blessing. I just need a few moments.” Closing his eyes and leaning into her paw, he continues, “Tell me of home. Remind me of the sights.” Zaia smiles warmly at him, but there is no small amount of sadness in it, either. Despite Tundra tendencies, he remembers well the names and faces of dragons—though places tend to elude him. She had hoped he would remember home, but it seems it is not to be. “We settled in a hollow underneath an outcrop, to start. You dug us a lovely den, as I said, cool and sheltered from the heat. Then more dragons came, seeking to contribute to the Flamecaller’s glory, and we built them homes, dug them nests. Some days there was a lovely breeze blowing from the Windswept Plateau, do you remember it? We would take the day off and enjoy the weather…” He closes his eyes, taking him her words, and she sighs wistfully, “It wasn’t much, admittedly, but it was home.” He opens one eye to look at her, frowning. “You speak as if it is no longer home.” She takes a deep breath as the Flamecaller’s final words to them echo in her mind. [i]‘Leave, then. And do not come back. You will not be afforded a second chance.’[/i] “I fear it won’t be, for much longer… but come, let us cross the ridge and make our way down to camp and see things for ourselves.” ----- As the pair reaches the top of the hill and looks down on their clan, they are overcome by a wave of sorrow. The dragons lingering around the clan's heart are clearly weak, underfed. Fires do not burn in their forges, and there is no sense of life to the clan buildings. They approach slowly, and are almost entirely unnoticed until one dragon, doing better than the others at keeping himself together, catches sight of them and hurriedly trots over. [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/10561637][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/105617/10561637_350.png[/img][/url] "Zaia, Maudy! Djinn had mentioned venturing out to find you, but I didn't expect you would actually... the Flamecaller let you leave her service?" The Skydancer's expression is hidden in his hood, but his emotions are clear in his voice. The pair nods, Zaia stepping forward to speak. "We could not hear Djinn's tales of the clan and leave you to fend for yourselves. Not after all that has happened to you. We pleaded our case to the Flamecaller, and she allowed us to return. But..." Her hesitation speaks volumes, and a frown crosses the Skydancer's exposed muzzle. He pulls back his hood, exposing his antennae—though all present know full well he does not need to—and flicks them gently forward, as if looking for something in particular. Finally, he murmurs, "You are still touched by Her, but it fades quickly. The heat will be all the more unbearable after having her blessing for so long." He seems to remember himself and, after glancing to Maudy struggling in the heat, he gestures the both of them to follow. "Come, come. Let us speak in more comfortable environs. Mine and Lothair's den is just over here." Zaia helps Maudy to his feet and the pair follow the Skydancer for a moment through the clan before Zaia breaks the silence. "So, Nix. Lothair? How did that come about?" Nix's steps falter slightly, and his antennae flatten back on his head. He turns his head only slightly to respond, "Ah, well. Tensions have been running high, I'm sure you can imagine. And I found her presence more and more a comfort than a burden, as time went on. She has been..." he sighs, "my rock, in this time. I could not have taken up this mantle without her." Zaia chuckles to herself, making a mental note to speak more with him about this later, but does not push any further. Instead, once they enter Nix's home, she helps Maudy settle down before continuing to speak with her old friend. "Speaking of this mantle you have taken up..." "Leadership is yours, if you want it. I merely filled a hole left behind." "What even happened?" The Skydancer frowns at her. "The first led well, but sought her own retirement. Her successor desired wealth, at the expense of the clan's wellbeing. Time was spent only in scavenging and scouring, not hunting or foraging. If it was not treasure, he wanted none of it. When the clan grew too weak to do even that, he left us. Another stepped up, to try and fill the gap, but he had little experience and we all could tell his heart was not here. I finally gave him leave to follow it, and have been trying to keep together what few of us remain, since." The Mirror dips her head, sighing. "We should not have left." "You sought new purpose as Her Exalted." "But we abandoned you." She lifts her gaze to meet Nix's, eyes steely. "We are no better than the second, leaving to seek our own fortunes." "But you are here now," Nix replies. "You care, unlike he." He does not push further, feeling her resolve, but instead changes the subject. "And now that you are here, let us speak no more of the past and instead look to the future. What shall we do?" Zaia does not speak, at first—in fact, it is Maudy, somewhat recovered from the heat, that first answers him. "Have the flames offered you any guidance, of late?" Nix's expression becomes solemn. "I have sought answers to few questions save for where we may next find our meals, and even then the responses are hazy. I could try and seek further but there is too much noise, I fear." Zaia shakes her head, raising a paw. "No need. I already know where we shall go from here. The clan needs clean air and rich hunting grounds. Fertile lands to forage in. We much leave the Ashfall Wastes and restart this clan on the Windswept Plateau." ----- [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/3288437/2#post_55547221]Next >>[/url] ----- And there it is! The "prologue" to my lore, which is the events immediately following my first hiatus. Namely: unexalting my progens, Zaia and Maudy, and then moving to Wind! You'll notice they look a bit... different here than on their pages, and that's because, for dragons where breed or gene changes are part of their lore, I will be including that in the lore, obviously. So, for now, Zaia and Maudy are still a Mirror and a Tundra! Though, Gaolers [i]were[/i] introduced not long after that hiatus... I touched on it a little bit in the intro but time will be a little weird, especially while I'm catching up. Like, for example, I will be receiving a response on a hatchling letter within the next couple of weeks, mroe than likely, yet that hatchling (and his later letter) will not come into play for [i]quite[/i] some time. It is as it is, though—lore keeps moving forward, no matter how much catchup I have to do! That's really all the thoughts I have on this chapter, I'm a bit nervous and excited all at the same time, because I've had this lore floating around in my head for so long, but I've only recently decided to share it with the wider FR world. If you're interested in joining my pinglist, you can find it on the first post of this thread!
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“Come, Maudy, we’re nearly there!” The Mirror, her scales a stark blue against the ashen soil around them, races ahead towards a looming hill. “We should be able to see the clan territory from up here.”

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Behind her, Maudy follows slowly, each step labored as if he’s about to collapse under the weight of his green fur. “Easy, Zaia, my dear. I’m still becoming accustomed to this heat again.”

Zaia pauses halfway up the hill, turning back to her partner. Almost as fast as she ran up the hill, she slithers back down to him. He sits heavily upon the ash-covered ground, exhaling shakily at the moment’s respite. Sitting herself in front of him, Zaia runs her claws through his mane, trying to help encourage cooling airflow as she mutters quiet reassurances.

“Not far now, my love. Soon we’ll be in our dark, quiet burrow you dug out for us, where the heat cannot get to you. Soon we’ll be amongst the hills where the cool breezes of the Plateau ruffle your fur. Soon, we’ll be home. Just a little further.”

“I know. It is just hard to bear this heat outside of the Flamecaller’s blessing. I just need a few moments.” Closing his eyes and leaning into her paw, he continues, “Tell me of home. Remind me of the sights.”

Zaia smiles warmly at him, but there is no small amount of sadness in it, either. Despite Tundra tendencies, he remembers well the names and faces of dragons—though places tend to elude him. She had hoped he would remember home, but it seems it is not to be.

“We settled in a hollow underneath an outcrop, to start. You dug us a lovely den, as I said, cool and sheltered from the heat. Then more dragons came, seeking to contribute to the Flamecaller’s glory, and we built them homes, dug them nests. Some days there was a lovely breeze blowing from the Windswept Plateau, do you remember it? We would take the day off and enjoy the weather…”

He closes his eyes, taking him her words, and she sighs wistfully, “It wasn’t much, admittedly, but it was home.”

He opens one eye to look at her, frowning. “You speak as if it is no longer home.”

She takes a deep breath as the Flamecaller’s final words to them echo in her mind. ‘Leave, then. And do not come back. You will not be afforded a second chance.’

“I fear it won’t be, for much longer… but come, let us cross the ridge and make our way down to camp and see things for ourselves.”


As the pair reaches the top of the hill and looks down on their clan, they are overcome by a wave of sorrow. The dragons lingering around the clan's heart are clearly weak, underfed. Fires do not burn in their forges, and there is no sense of life to the clan buildings. They approach slowly, and are almost entirely unnoticed until one dragon, doing better than the others at keeping himself together, catches sight of them and hurriedly trots over.

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"Zaia, Maudy! Djinn had mentioned venturing out to find you, but I didn't expect you would actually... the Flamecaller let you leave her service?"

The Skydancer's expression is hidden in his hood, but his emotions are clear in his voice. The pair nods, Zaia stepping forward to speak.

"We could not hear Djinn's tales of the clan and leave you to fend for yourselves. Not after all that has happened to you. We pleaded our case to the Flamecaller, and she allowed us to return. But..."

Her hesitation speaks volumes, and a frown crosses the Skydancer's exposed muzzle. He pulls back his hood, exposing his antennae—though all present know full well he does not need to—and flicks them gently forward, as if looking for something in particular. Finally, he murmurs, "You are still touched by Her, but it fades quickly. The heat will be all the more unbearable after having her blessing for so long." He seems to remember himself and, after glancing to Maudy struggling in the heat, he gestures the both of them to follow. "Come, come. Let us speak in more comfortable environs. Mine and Lothair's den is just over here."

Zaia helps Maudy to his feet and the pair follow the Skydancer for a moment through the clan before Zaia breaks the silence. "So, Nix. Lothair? How did that come about?"

Nix's steps falter slightly, and his antennae flatten back on his head. He turns his head only slightly to respond, "Ah, well. Tensions have been running high, I'm sure you can imagine. And I found her presence more and more a comfort than a burden, as time went on. She has been..." he sighs, "my rock, in this time. I could not have taken up this mantle without her."

Zaia chuckles to herself, making a mental note to speak more with him about this later, but does not push any further. Instead, once they enter Nix's home, she helps Maudy settle down before continuing to speak with her old friend. "Speaking of this mantle you have taken up..."

"Leadership is yours, if you want it. I merely filled a hole left behind."

"What even happened?"

The Skydancer frowns at her. "The first led well, but sought her own retirement. Her successor desired wealth, at the expense of the clan's wellbeing. Time was spent only in scavenging and scouring, not hunting or foraging. If it was not treasure, he wanted none of it. When the clan grew too weak to do even that, he left us. Another stepped up, to try and fill the gap, but he had little experience and we all could tell his heart was not here. I finally gave him leave to follow it, and have been trying to keep together what few of us remain, since."

The Mirror dips her head, sighing. "We should not have left."

"You sought new purpose as Her Exalted."

"But we abandoned you." She lifts her gaze to meet Nix's, eyes steely. "We are no better than the second, leaving to seek our own fortunes."

"But you are here now," Nix replies. "You care, unlike he." He does not push further, feeling her resolve, but instead changes the subject. "And now that you are here, let us speak no more of the past and instead look to the future. What shall we do?"

Zaia does not speak, at first—in fact, it is Maudy, somewhat recovered from the heat, that first answers him. "Have the flames offered you any guidance, of late?"

Nix's expression becomes solemn. "I have sought answers to few questions save for where we may next find our meals, and even then the responses are hazy. I could try and seek further but there is too much noise, I fear."

Zaia shakes her head, raising a paw. "No need. I already know where we shall go from here. The clan needs clean air and rich hunting grounds. Fertile lands to forage in. We much leave the Ashfall Wastes and restart this clan on the Windswept Plateau."


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And there it is! The "prologue" to my lore, which is the events immediately following my first hiatus. Namely: unexalting my progens, Zaia and Maudy, and then moving to Wind! You'll notice they look a bit... different here than on their pages, and that's because, for dragons where breed or gene changes are part of their lore, I will be including that in the lore, obviously. So, for now, Zaia and Maudy are still a Mirror and a Tundra! Though, Gaolers were introduced not long after that hiatus...

I touched on it a little bit in the intro but time will be a little weird, especially while I'm catching up. Like, for example, I will be receiving a response on a hatchling letter within the next couple of weeks, mroe than likely, yet that hatchling (and his later letter) will not come into play for quite some time. It is as it is, though—lore keeps moving forward, no matter how much catchup I have to do!

That's really all the thoughts I have on this chapter, I'm a bit nervous and excited all at the same time, because I've had this lore floating around in my head for so long, but I've only recently decided to share it with the wider FR world. If you're interested in joining my pinglist, you can find it on the first post of this thread!
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