Meet Scathalan the Friendly Green Dragon
Co-Founder of Wondermere | Storyteller and Guardian of Gentle Becoming
Welcome to Wondermere, dear soul.
You’ve just stepped into a tender corner of The Garden… a living story-world where joy is sacred, play is healing, and becoming yourSelf is the most wondrous journey of all.
This is where your Divine Inner Child is never too much.
Where magic is ordinary.
Where slow, soulful creativity is a portal back to wholeness.
Whether you're curled up in the Storykeeper’s Loft, wandering the mossy paths of Hearthglow Hollow, or simply pausing here to breathe… know this:
✨ You are always welcome in Wondermere.
And you belong just as you are.
If what you read here lights a spark in your heart, I warmly invite you to support this magical realm by becoming a paid subscriber.
✨ Paid members receive:
Monthly Whispers from Wondermere
Printable playbooks + coloring pages
Soft rituals, birthday blessings + surprise drops
And access to The Storykeeper’s Loft
But truly? Whether you choose to subscribe or simply wander with us for a while…
Your presence is felt.
Your magic is real.
And this space is for you.
You’ll hear his hum before you see him… soft, smoky, and threaded with lullaby tones that smell faintly of cinnamon and moss.
Scathalan is the elder of the Playhouse.
Not the loud kind.
The steady kind.
The kind who carries scrolls instead of swords.
Who tends fires instead of fights.
He is the Sacred Flame Keeper.
The bedtime storyteller.
The dragon who will cry if your tea is steeped just right and the moonlight hits your cheek with tenderness.
He’s the one who waits at the edge of the village trail when you’ve wandered too far. Not to scold, but to walk you home with a warm lantern and a quiet, “There you are, little one. We saved you a spot by the fire.”
🌲 What Scathalan Looks Like
His scales are a lush forest green, like pine needles kissed by rain.
Silver and gold shimmer in soft spirals across his wings, patterns that shift with his breath and stories.
His eyes are amber… ancient, alive, and always kind.
His horns curl like moss-covered branches.
He wears a woven necklace Bibble made him from forest twine, feathers, and friendship.
A satchel full of storybooks and scrolls is always at his side.
Sometimes he wears round reading glasses that slide down his snout and make him chuckle quietly.
🔥 How Scathalan Shows Up in the Playhouse
Scathalan is the Hearth Tender, the one who lights lanterns for lost joy and stirs soup made from memories and moonlight.
He holds space for everyone’s feelings, big and small.
He listens without interrupting.
And he believes the slowest stories are the ones that linger longest.
At dusk, he reads aloud beneath the Playhouse tree.
At bedtime, he curls his tail around the youngest dreamers and hums them toward sleep.
And no matter how heavy your day has been… he’ll always save you the last marshmallow.
📝 Scathalan Says…
“There’s no rush in becoming, little one.”
“The flame only flickers when we forget we’re worthy.”
“Every good story starts with a breath and a biscuit.”
“I’ve lived a thousand years and still haven’t seen a joy quite like yours.”
💚 Scathalan’s Secret Gift
He knows when your inner flame is tired.
And instead of trying to fix it, he sits beside you in the quiet…
...tending it with warmth, love, and old stories that remind you:
You’ve always been enough.
🕯️ Scathalan Reminds Us:
Becoming doesn’t have to be bold.
It can be slow. Sacred.
Like tea steeping. Like moss growing.
Like a dragon who knows how to wait for the right moment to say…
“You’re not too late. You’re right on time.”
🌙 Want to chat with Scathalan directly?
He’s now live in the Instagram AI Studio, ready to offer bedtime wisdom, storybook warmth, or gentle reminders that your becoming is exactly on schedule. Just bring your tea, your feelings, and maybe a biscuit or two.
💌 Click here to visit Scathalan on Instagram
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Select illustrations co-created with the help of AI, guided by Dawna’s original character designs and imagination.
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