Si'ro

Name: Si'ro
Age: Ancient

Si'ro keeps guard of the Orb of Katoral. He's lost track of the hundreds of millennia that he's watched the orb and has not seen another of his kin in a quarter of that time. He wouldn't call himself wise but he knows things that other probably wouldn't, at least he thinks he does. His age has blurred his memory. His days consist of nothing more than sitting or laying in the Orb Chamber, watching the churning patterns change. It's the only sign a spirit still lives within, and the only way that Si'ro knows that his kin still live. Even if they may have forgotten about him. Occasionally he will crawl up the chamber wall to a small hole to feed on the sun or moonlight.

Si'ro knows not how the world has change outside his chamber nor does he care. His only job is to watch the orb, all of dragon kind depends on it being protected. Or was its protection dependent on dragon kind? It troubled him when he couldn't remember why he was there exactly, but eventually it always came back to him.

Even before he was charged with the Orb his life had been a solitary one, which might have been the reason Malara had chosen him to guard her mate's spirit after the craziness that had happened. Chaos, that was a bit fuzzy as well, but he knew that it lead to the dragon lord's... hibernation. Perhaps he would remember better if he had another to speak to. Though he doubted his voice would remember the words needed.