There's light in Ishibina's blood, but she's born to the shadows and she hasn't forgotten it. Ostensibly she's only in Ista temporarily, for research purposes, but Farshantir and Kandofri think there's something far more sinister on her mind...

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There's light in Ishibina's blood, but she's born to the shadows and she hasn't forgotten it. Ostensibly she's only in Ista temporarily, for research purposes, but Farshantir and Kandofri think there's something far more sinister on her mind...
Lore: Breed and Gene Change Scrolls
'Scrolls', for the most part, tend to manifest in dragons slowly over time. They aren't 'bought' (though breed change scrolls can be an interesting exception). According to Adhara and Farshantir (the clan leader and religiously devoted clan archivist, respectively), the Changes are caused by the deities themselves, a residual left over magic that means they have chosen that dragon for a particular task. Dragons who Change, therefore, are highly regarded in the clan. Lorrigan, however, has a different approach. Usually affable and casually flirtatious, the subject of the deities is not one to be broached lightly with him. He despises the deities so passionately that he and Farshantir, once excellent friends, can no longer stay in the same room for too long, lest they start to fight. Adhara disapproves of his disbelief, but can't find a way to convince him that he's wrong. For him, the changes are something of a joke. If it is done 'by the deities magic', then it's as a mockery, not a blessing: 'See how we control your lives. See how much more powerful we are. Don't try to fight us.' When his own wings changed, therefore, he flew up to the clan Watch, the highest point of the lair, and screamed. At first it was profanities, oaths and curses, but it soon devolved into mindless, wordless rage. He screamed until he was hoarse, and his mates Fyodr and Sapphire found him. The other exception in the clan is Heyes. Now a willowy skydancer with a dull coat of fur, he was born a Guardian with iridescent armour plating. Something of a thief and a cheat, his bulk and shimmery qualities were no great help to him, so he did something about it. He is the only member of the clan to have 'bought' his changes, and is only one of two clan members to ever be breed changed. (The other, Arandar, was barely a day old when her lithe Imperial form was remade into her new, tiny, nocturne body. Though she knows she should have some opinion on it, she doesn't feel she can really comment, since she doesn't remember any other way of life.)
Logical as she is, many dragons turn to Farshantir for advice and help, and though some of their personal problems are beyond her, she's always willing to help them research it, sometimes spending days at a time searching through her ever expanding library for anything that might help them. Because of this calm, reasoned approach to any problem, it's difficult to imagine her racked with fear and cowering, but it's always difficult to exorcise your own demons. Whenever a storm breaks across the Sea of a Thousand Currents, Farshantir vanishes deep into her library, pressing herself against the walls and willing herself not to hear the roar and the rush above her head. She is within the Sea, she tells herself. She is in the Tidelord's domain, and he will not easily surrender her to the Stormcatcher's fury. She is safe beneath his wing. She will not return to the Shifting Expanse. But she trembles anyway beneath the rage of the storms.
Farshantir's Clutches
About Far
Quiet and calm, Farshantir regards her friends' playful trouble-making with a wary eye and a sarcastic tongue, but is rarely so far away from the mischief that she can't add a subtle claw to the proceedings. She likes to read the tablets and fragments that her fellows bring back from their gatherings and sometimes records interesting points on tablets of her own. She is a very tactile individual, needing to touch objects to really focus on them (particularly tablets or scripts). This desire does not, however, extend to faith. Though she is lightning-born, she serves the Tidelord faithfully, perhaps even more so than some of her water-born clanmates.
Farshantir