You obviously can’t have a mother of dragons without some baby dragons. I was definitely inspired by this notion and the journey that is raising tiny little terrors into (somewhat) functional members of society.

You can’t just lock them in dungeons and expect them to play well with others, but if you’re able to let them fly and explore, they may just save you from a mob of masked villains when you least expect.

This is a loose metaphor for parenting, and my attempt at incorporating it into this fantastical realm.

More info:

The Maniacal Mist

The River Shadows In Sunshine

The River Shadows In Midnight

The Maddening Meadow

The Dark Fortress

Smock of a Stormborn in River Shadows