Desertsong

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Noble birth, artistic

She couldn't have been more angry! How could she let herself be swindled by that that mirror! The coatl's feathers ruffled as she breathed out. It had been a day since he sold her a fake jewel claiming it to be from the farthest reaches of the desert. She was unable to get the smooth talking male out of her head...

So, she did what any sane person would do... She found that mirror in the next town over and followed him from the shadows. Though maybe she was just being paranoid but she swore at times he would glance in her direction as if knowing she was following him. Was her darken cloak not enough to hide her?

The female watched as he conned another dragon... Like a cat playing with a mouse before the kill. There was this... skill in what he was doing. This just awe, in the way someone could speak so alluringly, sounding so trustworthy, and be able to just pull the wool over their eyes. Her own anger had subsided into just... Amazement.

After the other dragon had left, she couldn't help but walk towards him. Her stomach twisting, butterflies dancing around her insides as she walked right up towards him, removing her hood. "Do you remember me?" She spoke her voice holding more confidence then she felt. "I want you to teach me what you do."

The male at first looked surprised as if he had been expecting something completely different, such as an attack. But, yet this odd female who'd he had conned came here asking him to teach her.

She puffed her feathers up. "Don't laugh at me. I want you to teach me." A blush over took her face as a cheeky grin appeared on his... It was a weird situation one that she never thought she'd go and put herself in... But, she found herself wanting to get to know this trickster who may only turn around and use her if he even would take her on. Blue eyes looked to him, shifting her own weight as she awaited his reply.

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Currently, Desertsong can be found along side the mirror, Alistair (had been in Havic's clan). He took her under his wing training her his art. She found it the most interesting thing. The pictures you had to paint in order to sell them your story. You had make the words so realistic that they would be completely on the line.

Alistair would sometimes speak of how no one suspect her because of her looks and disposition. As where she would reply with a smile, her voice, light and playful, "Yes, and that's part of the picture they get to weave. And which... You seem to be thinking. Am I painting a good picture for you too?"