[P] Something hit me just now. Earlier I spoke about how supposedly "mature" fantasy fiction is mired in bioessentialism with all the nuance and subtelty of a brick, that "grown-up" fantasy fiction relies on bigotry in lieu of any wisdom. And then it clicked. The sociopathy room-totin' neurotypical conflates bleakness with depth. "It makes me feel better 'coz my life's not so shitty! That's depth!" Um. No. It isn't. But I get it now.
A plural system, most commonly talking will be Parry as front. Occasionally Shimmer and Cael.
Parry [They/Them]: An old werewolf, empathetic if tired.
Cael [He/Him]: A very eccentric old dragon.
Shimmer [She/Her]: A much younger and more enthusiastically odd dragon.
All dysphoria is recognised and all difference is accepted. We all know hiraeth.
Ever the dragon; Never the dragon-slayer. We choose to not be monsters.