Ostara

The smell of petals on the breeze always precedes Ostara. Not a perfume, it seems to come straight from the dragoness herself. The scent somehow soothes other dragons, and even some beastkin.

Delicately adorned, soft spoken, and graceful movements also define her, but any who have challenged her will say, Ostara is no pacifist. She'll defend those around her as fiercely as any other Guardian.

She has a knack with flowers, picking and weaving them into wreaths that stay vibrant and fragrant for weeks. Where she picked up the trick is unknown.

Ostara mainly stays in the airship's library. She knows every book and scroll by heart, and is always reluctant to let them out of the library. Those visiting constantly find floral wreaths draped over the shelves, amongst the cushions, and even among the candles lit with Light Flight magic.

She views each book and scroll as her Charges, and while she welcomes her friends among the clan into the Library, Ostara's a little leery of visitors. Those from outside the clan, and the newcomers to the clan have often had the sensation of being watched while they read. Only rarely do they catch Ostara watching closely, for despite her size, the Guardian can be quite stealthy when she wants to be.

With the Breeze Riders now stranded in the Southern Icefields, Ostara has been busy trying to repair the damage to the Library. She's slowly coming to accept that the clan's airship must be left behind for warmer shelter. Sleet has been assisting her in recovering the books and scrolls, fostering a growing friendship between her and the Imperial.

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