Sweetness

General: She was like a tornado thrown into reverse, that girl. Everything about her attracted and repulsed by her in the same breath. Rhythm was given to unruly with her about, even though she was the creator of the chaos.
A healer from the plague lands, her hands were skilled in the setting of breaking bones and the bandaging of wounds. Even if she was just as good as creating the injuries.
This uncontrollable spiral fit in perfectly with the madness that too found itself at home in the Wayward. And while the spells of the Queen may linger on her ears, they are fleeting in their commands, leaving 'Sweetness' to wander the winding caverns endlessly, never picking a side to properly rest upon, often discovered in knots in one of the central tunnels by a sentry of one side or the other, carried back to the 'safety' of their respected side.
Being the one true healer with Annabella's permission to venture beyond the clearing's barrier allowed for the contradictory dragon to have the freedom of friendship among the warring halves of the Wayward, to which few seemed to be opposed to the idea of a new, non-fighting body to join the growing community hidden beneath the stone of the world above, regardless of how aloof or magic focused she may be.

Mate: Even with as excited as the spiral was known for getting, Thor seemed basically fire retardant. No matter how wound up she'd become, he'd always managed to lay a gentle claw on her scales and calm her in a moment. Much in the same way she seemed to be able to lift his spirits, smooth away the rough edges of the guard with but a happy witch's hymn;



And as her warrior lay to rest in her workshop of magic, their tails intertwined, she place a kiss a top his head, "For the mind and the knowledge of things," she whispers to him with a sly grin and a twinkle in her eye before moving on to the bridge of his snout, right between his bright blue eyes, placing a slightly cross-eyed kiss there before whispering, "For the body and care of those who care for you," and at last placing a chaste kiss upon the dark coatl's furry lips, "And lastly, for the heart and all those who may reside in it." She'd watch the great warrior of fur and feather drift to sleep, before attending to her other duties, never straying too far from her love with their tails still interlocked.


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