Terra

Upon the approach of Ethren and yourself, the large dragoness - after her eyes flickering worriedly to the bone crown - dipped her head slightly in a small greeting, and unlike her leader's, her eyes were tinged with distaste. She wasn't fond of most others especially those who were not born within the bounds of the wasteland. "I am leaving them in your care, Terra. Show them around a bit until they become comfortable enough to wander alone." The smaller Fae hummed out in a tone both caring and commanding leaving no doubt that she would obey; however, that did not keep the smallest of grimaces from contorting her face briefly.

As he leaves her eyes follow him for some time as if watching something precious that one might try to steal at any point. In the last few moments before her eyes turn once more to you, you can't help but to think that something he bears or perhaps even he himself is her charge due to the diffidence she seems to pay him. "As you heard a moment ago, I am Terra. You are?" Her voice is deep though despite that not menacing in any way unless you care to think on how terrifying it could be when angered. Once you reply she nods and looks out over the camp resettling her wings. It's only then that you notice the gears on the armor actually turning and aiding in the adjustments. Upon closer inspection her wings seem to be thinned in some places weakening their structure.

Her muscled flanks covered in a patchwork of scars ripple as the Guardian shifts in displeasure when she inevitably catches you staring. Her eyes narrow as she speaks, "I do believe I'll show you around the higher ranks of the clan since they would not only be the hardest to find but also the hardest to approach. Follow me." Terra then turns and remains silent for the rest of your journey together minus the introductions she gives never seeming to care much about any involved for this hardened warrior was here from the beginning and only has eyes for her charge.