Huriana
(#19814177)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Citrine Cave Jewel
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Female Skydancer
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.91 m
Wingspan
5.6 m
Weight
656.64 kg
Genetics
Stone
Cherub
Cherub
Swamp
Toxin
Toxin
Gold
Gembond
Gembond
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
A lovely mirage of the refuge, Huriana is one of the many occupants of the mistral forests and foggy valleys. Her beauty is what most people are struck by, many vagabond travelers seeking to whisk her away on their journies - to no avail. Proficient in steel and magic, she is the keeper of the general store. One must not be too keen on robbery or pilfering, lest they enjoy their intact wingleather.
Her shoppe is lined with ampules and baubles of exotic potion, cauldrons attractively tilted to greet any lured shoppers, hoping to loosen the strings on their purse. Huriana specializes in potions that lack the bitter, tinny aftertaste of most concoctions, though finds business to be slow due to the... well.. nature of the refuge itself. Its hard to establish rapport with commerce when your territory up and teleports about sornieth with wistful abandon. Perhaps a wanderer could be of use...
... still listening? well, alright, I suppose I can let a rumor or two slip. Strangely, Huriana's been spotted spitting into a cauldron behind the desk from time to time, and using the collected spit make... potions. What sort of magic material could be sourced from a reptiles mouth? maybe we'll never know, but the mercenaries seem to lurk around here more than usual.
Her shoppe is lined with ampules and baubles of exotic potion, cauldrons attractively tilted to greet any lured shoppers, hoping to loosen the strings on their purse. Huriana specializes in potions that lack the bitter, tinny aftertaste of most concoctions, though finds business to be slow due to the... well.. nature of the refuge itself. Its hard to establish rapport with commerce when your territory up and teleports about sornieth with wistful abandon. Perhaps a wanderer could be of use...
You wrote:
Its a bright and mild day out, not overbearingly hot but not so cold that your fingers fumbled - a great day for shopping. As a messenger, you knew you'd need to stock up before leaving on another long voyage out of the town. You spy a game warden hanging and butchering carcasses, a librarian sunning some popular books, xx,xx, and last of all, a quaint little shop with a very clear plaque hanging out front with an image of a boiling cauldron.
Curious, you enter.
The first thing you see is a very pink skydancer's wide grin drop into a huff of disgust, the lady righting herself from leaning on the counter and stalking out with a hand on the pommel of her blade. You can feel the anger burbling in her as she walks past you, timidly entering as you realize you'd just witnessed a deal gone bad. The woman behind the counter seemed unperturbed, though, and waves you in with the ghost of a smile.
"Hon't mind her, she's a penny-pincher. She must come in every other day to try and whittle me down." She said, rolling her eyes. "Personally, I could do without the flirting, but what can you do? Anyways, how can I help?"
You sputter, a blush on your cheeks, but manage to speak like a respectable being. "I'm off to the folks in the outskirts, is there anything I could use in my travels, miss...?"
"Huriana." She adds, "And yes! I've got a few potions that could help. Stick around, will you?"
Huriana stepped into the back room, disappearing from sight as another Skydancer entered the shoppe holding a massive bag of empty bottles. The great sound of clinking filled the room, the big burlap sack being set gingerly down by who you initially assumed was Mocha - until you saw the blue crest down his neck and his equally azure wings.
"Hell-oooooooo!" He called, walking up next to you with confidence in every step. Turning to you, he asks a question. "Is she in the back?"
You nod, a quirk to your eyebrow. Who was this man? Either way, he seemed to catch onto your thoughts.
"Ah, you must've not seen me yet." The skydancer nods, "I'm Michael, Mocha's father and member of the uh... guard? militia? whatever we have."
His nonchalance was almost staggering,
Curious, you enter.
The first thing you see is a very pink skydancer's wide grin drop into a huff of disgust, the lady righting herself from leaning on the counter and stalking out with a hand on the pommel of her blade. You can feel the anger burbling in her as she walks past you, timidly entering as you realize you'd just witnessed a deal gone bad. The woman behind the counter seemed unperturbed, though, and waves you in with the ghost of a smile.
"Hon't mind her, she's a penny-pincher. She must come in every other day to try and whittle me down." She said, rolling her eyes. "Personally, I could do without the flirting, but what can you do? Anyways, how can I help?"
You sputter, a blush on your cheeks, but manage to speak like a respectable being. "I'm off to the folks in the outskirts, is there anything I could use in my travels, miss...?"
"Huriana." She adds, "And yes! I've got a few potions that could help. Stick around, will you?"
Huriana stepped into the back room, disappearing from sight as another Skydancer entered the shoppe holding a massive bag of empty bottles. The great sound of clinking filled the room, the big burlap sack being set gingerly down by who you initially assumed was Mocha - until you saw the blue crest down his neck and his equally azure wings.
"Hell-oooooooo!" He called, walking up next to you with confidence in every step. Turning to you, he asks a question. "Is she in the back?"
You nod, a quirk to your eyebrow. Who was this man? Either way, he seemed to catch onto your thoughts.
"Ah, you must've not seen me yet." The skydancer nods, "I'm Michael, Mocha's father and member of the uh... guard? militia? whatever we have."
His nonchalance was almost staggering,
... still listening? well, alright, I suppose I can let a rumor or two slip. Strangely, Huriana's been spotted spitting into a cauldron behind the desk from time to time, and using the collected spit make... potions. What sort of magic material could be sourced from a reptiles mouth? maybe we'll never know, but the mercenaries seem to lurk around here more than usual.
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