Pofka
(#15866739)
Level 1 Snapper
Familiar
Loga
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Snapper
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.23 m
Wingspan
1.98 m
Weight
6352.29 kg
Genetics
Fire
Piebald
Piebald
Obsidian
Paint
Paint
Obsidian
Underbelly
Underbelly
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Snapper
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
5
DEF
9
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
9
MND
5
Biography
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Pofka Occupation: Innkeeper, Baker Mate: Mosley Boisterous | Maternal | Self-conscious | Anxious | Cheerful |
   
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Although Pofka's eyes shine with the brightness of the Lightweaver's influence, her former clan resides deep in the icy spires of the Fortress of Ends. To this day, Pofka isn't sure why her parents frequently journey to the Sunbeam Ruins to nest, but it seems a trivial point to latch on to. What she does know, her scales looked quite different when compared to her parents. In fact, oddly enough, both of her siblings shared this strange mutation. Rather than sharing the spotty Bar pattern that her parents had, she and her siblings hatched with white splotches punctuating their scales. Pofka was too young to discern whether or not her parents were pleased with this outcome. After all, she along with the other unnamed hatchlings of the lair were sent off with a trade caravan to seek other clans or even to serve one of the Divines. But her "scale condition" did not hinder her in the least. In fact, the mutation had been appearing in many clutches of late and dragons of her coloration and genes became known as Koi dragons; no doubt due to their resemblance to the fish. When both her brother and sister settled in clans in Dragonhome and the Shifting Expanse respectivly, Pofka thought she might hold the same fate. She'd hoped to find a place in Dragonhome, as it seemed more suited to her personality. It wasn't that she disliked the Shifting Expanse. It had its beauties for sure, but her siblings had gotten their talons on scrolls that altered their breed. As a Fae, her sister was now fast, agile and ready to take on the world and serve the Boss in his many stations throughout the territory. As a Snapper, Pofka was of a slower, more easy-going nature. She wasn't out to be on top or be the best and efficiency was not a priority of hers. In fact, her favorite pass-time was dabbling in the culinary arts, baking in particular. Definitely not good qualities of a Lightning Flight "employee." However, it seemed as though a different sort of clan had need of her. Pofka continued to travel with the trade caravan, making their way West from the Shifting Expanse. The group traversed the odd lands between the Ashfall Wastes and the central Sea of a Thousand Currents. Water and molten rock had formed a natural demarcation of black sand between the two nations. While no plant life grew here, the caravan's merchants made a point of collecting the dusky hued sand, saying that farmers in the Zephyr Steppes coveted the stuff. Supposedly it was very fertile and increased crop yield sharply. Sure enough, once the caravan reached the first sizeable trade hub in the Windsinger's province, farmers and shopkeeps flocked to the merchant stalls asking for black sand. Pofka did her best to stay out of the way, but the throngs of dragons crowding the caravan were difficult to avoid. With a satchel of her own baked goods she'd managed to make on the trip, Pofka sought refuge in a small pub near the central commons where crowds gathered to trade. Well, that was a disaster, Pofka overheard a Mirror say as she and a Skydancer took a seat at the adjacent table. Don't be like that, Shavu, the Skydancer soothed. We were able to get enough black sand to dust two and a half fields. If we mix it with the excess ash from last season, we can make it go further. It would be better if we'd gotten enough for all the fields...but, the Mirror breathed, you're right as usual, Crane. This will be a good start to the planting season. Pofka listened absentmindedly, her mind wandering to what it would be like to live on a farm like these two dragons apparently did. She risked a glance, finding the Mirror to be dressed rather fashionably with wispy silks adorning her frame. Her companion, the Skydancer, had a humbler sort of attire, but carried a handsome blade on his hip. The pair fascinated her and she longed to know their story, where they came from, how the black sand helped their crops, what their clan was like. After all, there weren't many farms in the Southern Icefield. She was in the middle of daydreaming about sunshine and swaying fields of golden barley when a voice broke her reverie. It took her a moment to realize that it was the Mirror and she was looking at her expectantly. Oh, I...I'm sorry! Pofka stammered in embarrassment. Did you say something? Yes! the Mirror exclaimed. I wanted to know what that exquisite aroma was coming from your satchel, dear! Pofka blinked in surprise and fumbled to grab for her satchel. The Mirror must've had an acute sense of smell. Oh! That's uhm...well, I bake. It's nothing much. I was with the caravan and it's difficult to make pastries on the road, she explained, subconsciously feeling the need to preemptively defend her creations. From her satchel, Pofka retrieved a small wooden box. Sliding the lid off, she supplied two sweet creme danishes. Thankfully the box had kept them in good condition and Pofka didn't need to suffer the shame of smashed desserts. The Mirror - Shavu, her companion had called her - took both and handed one to the Skydancer. Two simultaneous bites later, the Mirror and even the stoic swordsdragon were eagerly munching down more. Fantastic! What are they, the Mirror asked curiously between bites. Pofka couldn't help but grin. One of the merchants had some White Lace Bee honey from the Viridian Labyrinth. I thought it would really enhance my buttercream danish recipe. I scrounged up the other ingredients and baked them. She paused, unable to resist the warmth of pride as the two dragons savored her confections. Do you have a market stall nearby? We'd love to purchase a crate to bring back to our settlement, Crane pressed, licking his claws clean of any stray crumbs. Pofka's expression fell a bit, but she still retained her smile. Actually, those were my only two. I'd hoped to sell them but I'm not even a merchant. I'm traveling with the caravan as a Clanless dragon. Her new acquaintances shared a glance, obviously communicating in some unspoken was. Pofka wasn't sure how to read that, but they quickly turned their attention back to her. Dear, ah, what did you say your name was? Shavu asked, perking her earfins. I didn't, and it's Pofka, Miss.... Shavuot, emissary of the Wild Oats Settlement. Shavu for short. And this is Crane - bodyguard, town constable, conversationalist. Crane shot an exasperated glare Shavu's way. Well...the first two are true anyway, he tacked on. This earned a giggle from Pofka. Taking on a more serious note, Shavu continued. Pofka dear, would you like to accompany us back to our town? There is an Inn on the main road and I have no doubt that you could garner a thriving business with those pastries of yours. She paused in her offer, giving it time to sink in. You would not be obligated to stay...but we would welcome you as a citizen should you decide to take up residence there. I know this is sudden and if you have other pla-- I accept! Pofka interjected. I can't even begin to...I mean, I thought I'd be in that caravan forever. You are both so kind! Is this...a dream? Shavuot chuckled warmly. Not to my knowledge. I'm thrilled that you'll be joining us. It isn't all sunshine and blue skies, living in a farming settlement, Crane put forth, effectively sobering the mood. Some seasons are lean and winter is tough. Are you prepared for that? Honestly, Crane...you don't have to terrorize the poor girl. I'm just trying to prepare her, Shavu. You have a tendency to sugar coat things. Before the pair could raise a heated discussion, Pofka interrupted. I appreciate your concern and diligence, Constable Crane, but my clan hails from the Fortress of Ends. I'm quite accustomed to the cold. Her formality seemed to impress Shavu, who shot Crane a triumphant grin. The Skydancer bowed deeply. Forgive me, it was not my place to presume. We look forward to having you in our town, he supplied sincerely. Upon arriving in Wild Oats, Pofka quickly became the town favorite. She was kind, nurturing and always seemed to have a supply of baked goods on hand. She developed a protective nature and became a den mother of sorts to younger dragons. This also comes with worry and she struggles with the stress of trying to make sure every citizen is taken care of. One dragon in particular caught her interest - a Pearlcatcher lad named Mosely. Not only did he bring bushels of oats to her bakery, but he was also a beekeeper and supplied her with local honey for her pastries. While Pofka felt close to all of the dragons in the town, she'd formed a particularly close bond with Mosley. The two danced around any sort of romantic relationship for some time before finally tying the proverbial knot and becoming mates. They hatched a clutch of three daughters, though two of them were still-born. Due to a devastating famine within the Wild Oats territory, their only surviving daughter was sent to live with a clan in the Frigid Floes where she resided until being sent to serve the Plague Mother. Pofka had gifted Mosley with an aviator's jacket to complete his set of flying gear. In return, and as a wedding gift, Mosley carved out a tranquil pond behind their home and introduced a rare Loga into its waters. Pofka tends the pond in her spare time and has developed a close affection for her Loga which has gained Familiar status within the clan. |
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