Solar was sitting in a large tree that was on a mountain
overlooking the southernmost part of the Light territory, the
border between it and the Air territory. Though he couldn't see it
like one normally would, he could sense the flaming aura of the
great wyrm Bahamut even in His eternal slumber. He had lost his
eyesight many years prior, after fending off a rogue dragon who
strayed too close to his pack's main territory. Said rogue had
clawed both of Solar's eyes, and if that didn't do it, the Light
dragon had send a flash of light the rogue's way, simply to
disorient him, that may have blinded him in the process as well.
After that episode, one of his clawmates had spotted him, blood all
over his face, and had got him to the healers' den immediately so
he could get patched up. Some days later, he had been told that
this same rogue who attacked him had been found on a border patrol,
dead, after having been crushed by a large boulder. Instead of
simply moving on from that news, Solar had told the others that
they should go to where they discovered the wyrm's corpse at
moons-high so they can perform The Departure, a ceremony where a
group of dragons calls out to Tiamat, asking Her to accept a fallen
wyrm's soul unto Her watch in the heavens. At first the pack
refused, but they had proceeded with the ceremony after Solar told
them that the rogue seemed a bit troubled, that he seemed like he
had been cast out, and had no home to return to...
... Reflecting on these memories, Solar gazed on into the
sunrise...