When Arandar looks around the clan, she sees a strange kind of cohesion. Even those dragons who appear completely lost in their own worlds, like Tarel and Vela, tortured by strange visions of falsehoods and truths, find some way to pull together with the rest of the clan. Only Alcia stands apart. When Arandar first encountered the irascible Guardian, she had still been a hatchling, and with her strong leather wings would have dwarfed her current form. The fierce look in Alcia's eyes had terrified her, and she had stumbled, panicking, into the main tunnels of the lair. She had turned left, then right, then right again, until she was hopelessly lost. Von found her, hours later, curled into a tearful ball by the fresh water springs. When she learned, later, how close those springs were to the hatchlings den, she had been so utterly furious with herself she had accidentally gone into a form of hibernation, her new Nocturne wings wrapped tightly around herself. She still shies away from Alcia, whenever she can. On the times when she can't - the rare clan meetings where the Guardian appears, or meeting her suspicious gaze over the pile of food - her mate Kohaku has taken to stepping in, and whispering curious stories and anecdotes in her ears. His rumbling voice soothes her, and she is always intensely grateful for his support (and for tactfully ignoring her when she falls asleep, pressed against his voice box to feel the vibrations as he hums).