Namekagon

The Magpie.

no one knows how to liven up an evening quite like she does.

her tongue runs ceaselessly with the stories of her youth, and she often accompanies them with excessive gesticulation; according to her, not an event has happened that she wasn't a part of, not one season of her life was lived without some grand adventure, some short-lived romance, some unusual destiny catching up to her. she turns every scar into an amazing combat, every mild unease into a dangerous illness where she barely escaped with her life; she may be a little much at times, but it's hard to not enjoy her presence.

she towers over the majority of the clan, but with two spiral mates and numerous very small eggs, she's learned to control her power accordingly. she often cares for the clan's hatchlings, corralling them in the middle of her curled shape, where they can safely play under her watchful eye. she rarely cares for her long mane herself, instead allowing members of the clan to style it as they see fit; often, it is found constelled with flowers that have been woven through her braids by a careful claw, or with bits of cloth and ribbons.

current mate: none