Asyana

Running along the back of the Flight's lair is the Spine, the lovingly named storeroom for their hoard, and it is Asyana's domain.

She flits between the shelves as she does every week, counting and categorizing every odd and end that settles there for the long term. There is a soft, nonsense tune on her muzzle as she works, reveling in the solitude of the job. It is not so much that she doesn't like the rest of the Flight; in fact, she loves when they come to visit her to retrieve whatever they should need. But she doesn't quite...get them. Not the way she gets categories and numbers and her careful filing system. There is a simplicity to them that dragons do not.

The others leave her to it, though they still offer her invitations to whatever social event may be going on. More often than no she turns them down, but she likes the inclusion of being invited at all.

Every flap of her wings is careful and controlled, as to not disturb any object too light to hold its own against her. Her hands and claws are careful as she counts the items too few in number to fill a whole crate (99 items to a crate, and she marks every crate with a single tally to be added up later). She's been doing this for years, she has enough practice for that minute control. Her tail doesn't even knock things over anymore.

A few items here and there are marked for Baldwin's for one reason or another, struck with a red charcoal stick she keeps tucked in her clipboard. It's important work, to keep the Flight running, and she loves every moment of it.