Shayla

Ilar is somewhat of a hoarder, so it took a while for her to notice that food was vanishing from the hoard. She inquired amongst the most likely culprits first - none of them seemed to know what was up. But she was not convinced.

Day after day, she watched the hoard carefully, but as soon as she blinked or looked away... that insect that was there just a second ago is not anymore. Or a broken pottery piece. Did she even had a pottery piece there? Yes, she certainly did. Probably.

Frustrated, Ilar growled, letting out her frustration. A leaf trembled amongst the hoard, quite unnaturally. Puzzled, she approached it, just in time to hear the leaf squeak and try to fly away. She swiftly picked it up, firmly enough to not let it get away, but in a surprisingly gentle way for a dragon of her size. She was not holding a leaf, but a small Fae with stunning green butterfly wings.

"Let me out", she squeaked, flapping her wings, powerless.

"Not so fast", she growled. The Fae seemed to curl herself into an even smaller form. "Hey, calm down", said Ilar, not being able to keep up the though act any longer, and letting go of her. The Fae dived behind a huge iron chunk, disappearing. She waited.

After a few minutes of silence, a small head popped up from behind the ore, promptly disappearing when Ilar moved. It happened again, and again. Ilar yawned and rested her head on her paws, closing her eyes. A small squeak made her open one of them, which prompted the small creature to hide somewhere in the giant hoard again.

"There is no need to be afraid, little one." She saw the small head poking out somewhere around the top of the hoard, but pretended not to see it. "We are a clan of peace. If it is food you seek, we can help you out. If it is shelter, we can too. If it is home...", she paused, as she watched the Fae slowly climbing out of her hiding place. "... We can help with that too."



Shayla's green wings and brown belly make her blend almost perfectly with the evergreen landscape of the Viridian Labyrinth. She has managed to improve this by crafting some camouflage-looking clothing, and continuously tries to modify it to make it blend better.

If Shayla is not working on her camouflage clothing or peacefully resting on Ilar's head, you can probably find her spiraling away between the trees. She will tell you she is training to be the better spy there ever was. Ilar will shook her head, smiling, but won't say a word. She knows Shayla just loves to dance.