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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.55 m
Wingspan
5.06 m
Weight
553.95 kg
Genetics
Black
Crystal
Crystal
Purple
Facet
Facet
White
Circuit
Circuit
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 25 Pearlcatcher
Max Level
STR
6
AGI
11
DEF
6
QCK
60
INT
118
VIT
13
MND
7
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
- Remaai
- Sapphyre
- Purpearl
- Viktoria
- Australis
- Cernua
- Chevalieri
- Unnamed
- Jahara
- Angladei
- Confusa
- Laricina
- Globe
- Xien
- Kiya
- PearlStorm
- Lander
- Nightmare
- Omicron
- Clementis
- Storm
- Aragatz
- Aucheriana
- Tenax
- Ayanga
- Myriantha
- Raia
- Falcon
- Lamia
- Kai
- Nebula
- Thurston
- Jumai
- Pippen
- Karnai
- Meixing
- Lioska
- Tiderunner
- Brightstar
- Jecto
- Silverlake
- Casus
- Celes
- Damianos
- Almunda
- Naris
- Aine
- Salaam
- Darren
- Iapetus
- Basil
- Precious
- Deneb
- Alanson
- Basso
- Indigomoon
- Eternalflower
- Mojo
- Foxy
- Delta
- Cyndeyrn
- Baskor
- Kree
Biography
Isachne spp |
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ISACHNE
Healer compassionate | determined | acerbic
Ixia doesn't take nonsense from anyone, and although she is an adept healer she isn't one for a lot of chatting. She feels for her patients deeply, but rarely expresses it.. grief shared is grief amplified, she has found.
When she isn't working in the Healer's caverns or on the front lines she can be found playing in the water, potentially even helping the seafarers with their catch.
If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world
- Exile's Valor, Mercedes Lackey
Isachne is named after a genus of tropical grasses.
If Only Words failed her. Lips moving soundlessly and hands trembling. The curtains were drawn, the room dark. She could’ve lightened it, could’ve thrown open the windows and tried to smile. But she waited, a silent shadow as they broke down around her. Choked sobs and tears and heartbreak. There were words she could say. Placative, compassionate. But she swallowed, mouth dry. Tried to find the right ones, the comfort she had to provide. Tried to clasp her hands to keep from shaking, biting her lip to keep from breaking. ‘I’m sorry,’ stood on the tip of her tongue. Small and insubstantial. Vague and impersonal. A word said to bumped strangers or a child with skinned knees. A word said when others failed, when all else was lost and suffocating. She stayed silent, feeling like a ghost in her own room. Would’ve stayed all day if a hand hadn’t touched her shoulder and drawn her away. “Were you close?” Asclepias asked, and Isachne blinked, swallowed, looked away. It was brighter outside. Cheerier. Dragons bustling around, unmindful of tragedy or loss. News would get around soon, but until then… “Yeah,” she said and cleared her throat. “A bit.” She could still feel the weight of her hand against hers, hear her laughter and cheer. Always bright and happy, an exuberant greeting and a joke for the day. There’d been so much hope. But that was the problem with hope. It wiggled in no matter how she tried to stamp it down, rooted out a hole in her heart and festered. Isachne stared at the floor, knew what he’d say. It happens. We can’t save them all. We just have to move forward. All manner of things. And she knew that. She knew. But that didn’t stop the way her heart lurched at the thought, of her throat closing at such a tiny flame extinguished too soon. Asclepias looked at her, gaze searching. And said, “Do you need a break? I can take your load if you need me to. There aren’t that many.” Her throat worked soundlessly. Swallowed. “No,” she said. “No. It’s fine.” “I’m here to support you.” “Thank you.” Isachne stood for a moment more, alone in her bubble and watched the dragons bustle past. The sun still shone. Life still moved on. And she took a deep breath, let it go, and forced a smile. “Good morning,” she said, walking in. “What brings you here today?” |
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