Tatiara

So

Beautiful

I can't even. The crackle as she moves, her careful but graceful behavior, her boring eyes- analyzing those that come near, her shadowy reflection off sunlight, her shimmer in the night air, she is a fae of the faeries.

If she doesn't want to be seen, she is not. She does not come into sunlight unless accompanying someone or seeing something that interests her. Her voice is like the twinkling of stones and the rush of wind, and soft- as if she is trying not to wake something sleeping nearby. She does not speak often, but when she does her knowledge is well shown, and she has knowledge that one her age could never have learned. She knows a lot especially about ancient places and artifacts. Less on creatures, as they do not interest her.

She doesn't normally show herself unless there is something interesting, normally something ancient, for her to see or keep. She also likes jewels, though they're never seen again once they're given to her. [She has a spot where she keeps her treasures, and jewels are everywhere. She likes the water dragon culture, but must breathe air, so her cave is imbued with magic for streams to flow in mid air and on the ground in the cave. Jewels are embedded in rock, hang from the ceiling, and arranged neatly into piles around precious artifacts. In the midair streams, jewels hang to glimmer in the current. Magical lighted stones adorned in the cave. Nobody but Tatiara has ever seen this cave.]