Lavinia

The quiet meadow seemed to spread outward for a very long while; it was an ocean of grass that swayed pleasantly under the Windsinger's breeze. On this particularly sunny day, Saltkin had found herself wandering out to enjoy the weather, and it was because of this whim that she saw a most unusual sight.

Off in the distance, she saw a fairly large pink and black imperial that glimmered under the suns rays like a diamond slowly making his way across the field. There were strange contraptions on his wings that held them tight to his body, probably in an attempt to stop his flight, though the reason eluded Saltkin. Leading this behemoth was a very small, almost invisible nocturne female. If not for her dark colors, she might have been invisible beside the imperial. There was something odd about this duo, though it couldn't immediately be placed.

From the looks of it, the nocturne Lavinia was leading the larger dragon. He had many bags attached to his sides that seemed to move with a mind of their own and gave off the distinct smell of flora and fish.

"Hurry along deary, you know how I feel about sunlight," the girl chided, her voice strangely harsh for her youthful features. The imperial growled in annoyance, flicking his tail, and almost knocked the tiny dragon out of the sky. Though that wasn't his intention, he gave a great, bellowing laugh, and the girl grumbled softly to herself.

The two disappeared off into the distance, but Saltkin had not missed seeing a large parcel fall from him. Curiosity got the better of her, and she retrieved the parcel, finding it stuffed to the brim with all kinds of food. What spoils! Surely the two dragons had been on a hunt recently, and with such large amounts of food they couldn't possibly have noticed a single bag missing from among their winnings. Regardless, the selfless guardian called out to the strangers, but they were long out of sight.