Beile

Mate: Rackham

After their mother's death she tried to talk her brother out of becoming a rogue but in vain. She refuses to become a fighter and instead studies healing and scouting

Beile despised her mother's decision to be a rogue and then die leaving her children and mate scarred. She and Deimos had a HUGE fight when Deimos claimed to join the rogues. Beile decided to stay in the lair and take care of everyone. She became a magic healer.

(3.4.2018) When Beile heard of his brother's demise on mission her world came crashing down. Her mate was possessed, her father abandoned his young, mother and now brother dead because of a rogue society. She never had the chance to reconcile with him. He died thinking that she hated him. It was all just too much. She had just barely kept her nose above water, but now she sank into darkness, her smile fading to a hollow blankness. Rackham did so much for her. She didn't have the strength to get up to even wash herself. Rackham did everything for her and kept Hallatar away as much as he could, which was a lot more than anyone had even dared to hope.

(12.6.2018) Deimos was alive. One evening Rackham had returned from Hallatar's trip with a guest. Deimos walked to his sister and pulled her in for a hug. She took in his scent, which she had almost forgotten and they talked for a long while. Rackham had told Deimos of her state of mind and it clearly pained him greatly. They mended their bonds that night. They stayed up and talked, Deimos helped her wash and forced her to eat and heal his minor injury. Deimos stayed awake all night, stroking Beile. This night she didn't feel alone. When did she last feel like she was not alone?

(27.6.2019) Beile had just calmed Rackham to sleep when she heard noises coming outside. She growled briefly and went to meet the visitors before they could wake Rackham up. Outside were Hagoer and Hlyos. Beile greeted Hlyos with a smile and tuned to Hagoer, hexes in her look.
"What do you want of him now? Didn't you do enough already?"
"Good evening Beile," Hagoer greeted as if nothing happened. "I came to give you this." He gave her a clattering package. Beile took it, gave him a glance and unraveled the linen. Inside were two gold filigree boots, brand new and polished. Her ears perked as the meaning of the armor slowly dawned on her.
"But-- I couldn't-- That's-- Why?"
Hlyos chuckled at her face. He sat down and wrapped his huge hands around Beile's and the boots.
"Because dummy, you deserve those. You're the most talented healer in the lair."
"There's only two of us, Hlyos. Why not you?"
"I know anatomy little better, sure, we both know herbs the same, but I know nothing" he shook his head to emphasize "of magical cures or battle healing. You do. That's why." He released Beile.
The tundra was about to resist, but was cut off.
"Beile," Hagoer said. "I know of your struggles with your health. I have ways of getting bits and pieces of information and the ability to piece together something close to truth. I'm sorry of the state I pushed Rackham into. I didn't realize Hallatar had scarred him like that." It was odd seeing Hagoer like that; only his mantle on his green scales, sitting like a nocturne. When he was like that, he didn't seem like the idiot who thrashed the place, drew blood and took the throne and retraumatized Rackham.
"I too - although it probably won't mean much to you - would like you to accept the position as I know you are a responsible and trustworthy dragon. You have plenty of dragons you can ask help from and I don't mean that you should be responsible for everything. You can make new titles and give some responsibilities to others, who'll just report to you now and again."
"You make it sound like Hlyos isn't trustworthy" Beile raised one challenging eyebrow.
"I-- No, no. He is! It's--"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," she chuckled. Such words felt good to hear, but there were doupts in her mind. What if she fell again?
"I'll be there, I promise" Hlyos touched Beile's forehead with his. "All the way, every day. Besides," he straighened. "You need something to put your mind into."

Beile took her mother's familiar out of duty. She knew the scorpion would need someone to take care of it and while she knew Wats would've been as good as anyone for the job, she decided to take the creature into her lair. She had spent lot of time with it anyways so it recognized it's family member. She despised the creature, it wasn't huggable or cute and it kept reminding her of Ihipa. She wanted to neglect it, but couldn't bring herself to stoop so low. Thus she kept it safe and cared for it and has now grown quite fond of it albeit all.

Hatched to her parents' lair