Rhodia

I lose my notes when I keep them off site, so my run on commentary remains until I have no more use for it. She actually has notes for other dragons she is related to too, in the poetry section at the end? I get why, but it's a little silly to see.

She has some rlly cool art now, so I have to make this presentable,,, Maybe I'll work on her poem a little today.

Small low-set wings, rest closer to her hips. I do have some art of her that is almost done, I just have two coms in the way,,,,, T-T

Kabu's sister. Really weird aunt. Okay, we are going with that! She's hmmm, too old for him to meaningfully socialize with but still relevant to his life and looks after him when she can, so like late 20's or early 30's when he was still an adolescent. So currently in her 80's. Ended up in Pinion for her own reasons completely unrelated to him. Likely on the lowest level of Pinion by the lake, completely cut off from everything happening above her. Probably does grunt work for dragons escaping and those entering the city through the tunnels, practically part of Obsequies but isn't going to commit to leaving Pinion itself. Very rarely hired as a bodyguard by those in the upper rings. She isn't big compared to some breeds, but she is large for a tundra. Mainly pulls sleds and wagons through the labyrinth of tunnels, but can also work as just a guide if someone needs that part of her skill set.

Prophetic dreams run in the family, this blessing hurts. <- will be relevant to her poem, she has blood in the thick of it. She may not realize it immediately, but these thing seep through the cracks in their subconscious and leak into those of their dearest.

If I remember today, kill me tomorrow. The sun still sets. <-- Probably Kabu asking something of her, she does not have to context for this.

Heaven was made to be hollow, unreachable, and unusable. Hell in turn became unavoidable. Heaven is left abandoned and hell is full. <-- Reflection on Pinion a bit exaggerated, mostly to give context to her broadcast message.

Watch him flag and falter, choaking on the promises he's made
Claws wrap around his throat, retribution is payed
Two hands of your own, far more than fear blinds us now
You push him down, to wash away all the sins he's claimed
Looking up with eyes the exact same shade as your own
It would be so much easier to leave him to bloat
Rot and choak

Eyes the same shade as mine
Blind even as you choak

And if that bird will not sing?
Wring it's throat, let it choak then bloat then decay. <-- Original insp for extended poem, soo funny in context with Kabu. Sing you stupid bird or I will kill you in your dreams before everything that is meant to play out has a chance to begin again. There is no solution to anything in this family that does not include violence committed or received.

Different iterations of the same poem, still playing around with it.

Skin update come out allllrreadyyy, I will be working on skins so much more when it's finally easier to manage. I have so many dragons I've been working on custom skins for that I really wouldn't care to keep custom,,,