Ceindrych

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Ceindrych was quite proud to say that her best friend was her small, copper-plated golem. She simply loved the little gadget more than words could say. All of her free time was spent tinkering with her small friend, trying to make as many improvements as she could to its wiring and circuitry (as of late, she had improved his flight patterns, added limited vocabulary and commands, and was currently working on its ability to respond to activity without Ceindrych controlling it).

Yes, she was a "mech-maniac" (as was the "in term" to call it), and she embraced her love of mechanics wholeheartedly. Ever since she discovered her talent for working with machines, figuring that she had nothing to lose, Ceindrych decided to dedicate her life to the art.

She dabbled in inventing every once in a while, and her inventions caused much amusement among her clanmates. Like most inventions, they don't always work on the first attempt, yet for an unknown reason, her clanmates found the chaos her made-up machines caused... endearing? Ceindrych couldn't explain it herself, but she found that she made the most friends from these accidents.

Above all, Ceindrych valued friendship the most. She valued her friendship with her golem, and she valued her friendships with other dragons as well. One could say that she was out searching for new comrades, always happy to lend a helping hand to anyone in need so long as she gained a new friend from the experience.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"It's no trouble at all!" Ceindrych laughed, stooping down to pick up the scrolls the other dragon had dropped upon collision. "No worries!"

"Hey, can you help us hold some stuff?" The Wildclaw inventor directed this question to her little golem. At her friend's nod, she giggled and handed a few scrolls over to him. "Thank you!"

"Ah! It understands you?" The other dragon leaned closer, staring in awe at the golem. "I've never seen a golem do that before!"

"I fixed the circuitry my self!" Ceindrych grinned, "He's one of a kind."

"Well, how'd you do it?"

The Wildclaw beamed. This was right up her alley, and she had just made a knew friend. She took a deep breath, about to being her explanation.

"Well, I started by fusing together..."
(Written By: Hannar 202768 on FlightRising)