Eirianwen

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Eirianwen N O M A D I C Traveler | Collector A . P A S S I O N F O R . S I G H T S Travelling for the Beauty of the World ——– “A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.” Lao Tzu

P E R S O N A L I T Y [ A D V E N T U R O U S ] Eirianwen thrives for thrills, she's willing to take any kind of risk to try new things or to gain new experiences. She's usually filled with excitement at any chance she gets. [ C U R I O U S ] Attributing to her adventurous spirit, she's eager to learn what she can and expresses her inquiries on things she's practically dying to know. [ W A N D E R E R ] Eirianwen spends a lot of time travelling to wherever she finds herself. Usually she doesn't have a destination in mind, moving aimlessly from one place to the next but always finding her way back home to her clan and mate. Eirianwen disappears when she's needed and can be found when she isn't required. She's off travelling during the day though returns at night to calm her mate's worrisome state. Bruvin, despite not always approving of the way she comes and goes, still sticks close to her side out of the love and admiration he holds for her. On the occasional day when he's not needed in the clan, he'll tag along with her on whatever sort of adventure she has in mind next. She eventually took on the role of being the clan's research collector, finding things out about their surroundings and marking areas she finds on her map. It expands the clan's knowledge of what's around them and the potential dangers they may find. She's not particularly fond of needing to have to do her job on her travels but she knows it's better than not going at all. When she returns from her trips, before taking her findings to the research team, she'll usually share her stories with Bruvin who adores hearing them. It's mostly that he likes to see how she's sometimes easily flustered by her passion, dying to share anything with him. It's not uncommon for Eirianwen to come back with scars or different injuries. Despite telling her to be more careful, Bruvin always gives in to her requests for him to help her tend to them. He doesn't mind even if he acts like he does because in reality, he enjoys doing it since he's as capable as the next person. It's a typical routine, she'd be hurt and the second he tends to her, she's back up and desiring to go out. Much to her dislike, Bruvin makes her stay at least a day depending on the severity before letting her go back out for her own safety. Bio and Coding by Skiesti

The dragon looked up at the sun, beating down on the cracked earth below her. The desert air sapped the moisture from her mouth which she had covered with a cloth to keep the sand out. Her claws where dull and cracked from endless walking, her wings burnt and useless after so many days in the sun. She had only a leather pouch with a few gold coins and a gem on her but it was enough to make her feel good.

The dragon was looking for a stream, one which could lead her to the seacliffs and away from the parched earth and more towards the forests she had heard of in her travels. Looking over her shoulders to ensure she was going in the right direction, the old pearlcatcher muttered to herself "...away from the pillar, towards the smell of salt... north." The dragon had thanked her by giving her a clean cloth. The old one looked down at her pearl, which seemed to only have gotten dirtier from being polished.

After a few days of watching the heat waves rise up from the hot earth, the dragon saw green in the sea of brown. Wary of mirages, she approached at the same pace she had been traveling at for days. As she drew closer it became clear this was the stream she had been looking for, she came up to the edge and scooped some water into her hands, drinking her fill before rolling into the cool water. Her wings stung as the scabs were washed away and moisture hit the wounds encrusting her. But she enjoyed the torrent cooling her sun-bleached body.