This young roc has been with Varrak since it was hatched. Mean spirited and not very bright, Astrid only really listens to Varrak himself. She is very protective of him as well, and has been known to viciously attack unannounced strangers.
While the elf has a proper name, it's about as long as Varrak's and he already has a hard enough time remembering his own. This is because most of her name is actually Elven titles of nobility, but seeing as he couldn't really tell you which half, due to him not knowing Elven, he just refers to her as Mother. Varrak's name is also a mess of titles, but only one portion of which he shares with her. Since Varrak doesn't really know what parts are his actual given name he introduces himself with the entire mess and lets people pick whatever they please. His mother does not share this in common with him. In fact, outside of hair color and natural elven grace, she shares very little with her son.
The elf is mysterious, quiet, and enigmatic. Preferring to be as one with nature she has only ever spoken with her son in nature's tongue. She was, at one time, someone very important to high elven society, and many from it would claim she went insane from the responsibility and ran away from her duties. The druids of her grove know better, but will not share these reasons with Varrak. He only even knows that his mother was once an important elf because a relative of his came to request audience with her, which she denied by having him be eaten by dire bears. (Varrak feels a little responsible for this as he was the reason the relative managed to find their grove in the first place.)
Growing up Varrak was mostly left in the care of the other druids and various wildlife. While in his mother's grove he never needed to fear or want for anything, but this was an ultimately unfulfilling life for him. While she never stopped him from venturing out on his own, his leaving would often leave the grove itself morose and sometimes overly hostile. Because of this Varrak usually didn't venture too far away from the grove, and always made a point of going back. This is, until recently.
Varrak decided to leave his mother's care the night he fell in love. In actuality the half-dragon had fallen into lust with a fair human maiden who'd become lost in the grove, but Varrak didn't really understand the difference. When he asked her to stay there with him, she refused him, which broke his heart but he agreed to show her the way home anyway. They intended to leave that morning, but Varrak woke to find that the maiden had been strangled in the night by vines. Thinking that this was his mother's doing, Varrak decided to leave home for good.
With time at his back, Varrak isn't really sure if his mother actually was guilty of the maiden's death. However, the freedom he's had since cutting ties with her has been exhilerating for him and he has little desire to go running back into her arms anytime soon.
Varrak knows what his father is, this is pretty evident in his appearance, but has never actually met the dragon. Nor has he heard many stories about him, his mother preferring to keep topics of romance with her son to a minimum. Varrak does know a few things about the dragons themselves, however, as the other druids would often complain about having to deal with them.
The dragons are whimsical, playful pranksters that spend most of their time either relaxing in cool forest glades or engaged in some sort of prank. Although such mischief is usually spontaneous, some faerie dragons have been known to spend months or even years in preparation of one truly spectacular joke. Travelers making their way through lands known to be inhabited by these good-natured - but sometimes annoying - tricksters are advised to keep up their guard lest they face all manner of creative annoyances (horses painted with berry juice, squirrels placed inside bedrolls, and clothing decorating high branches being a few examples).