Elizabeth Biz Diedrick
Valda stands at one end of a clearing, the hilt of her rapier gripped firmly in her claws. A blinding flash of lightning reflects off of her blue scales, momentarily disrupting the dark, overcast evening. Despite the curtain of storm clouds, the air is dry with anticipation. After a deep breath, Valda raises her gaze to meet that of Kero, a red dragonborn adorned with heavy armor and a confident smirk. At the edge of Valda's vision, other dragonborn shift in the shadows. Some regard her with scorn, others with approval. The moments to come would decide the future of the clan. Everything she had fought for, the adventures and the failures, weighed now on her shoulders. For the first time among her own kind, she felt alone. Her heart ached for her friends, Colyn, Cayla, Kid, and her dear Bethany... She couldn't think of them now. Too often had she been blinded by rage and emotion, and hurt others because of her recklessness.