EverAthena's dragon Alturas

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

2.53 m

Wingspan

2.55 m

Weight

91.27 kg

Genetics

Seafoam
Iridescent

Seafoam
Facet

Pistachio
Thylacine

Hatchday

Jan 26, 2018
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Wind
Common

Level 25 Spiral

Max Level

STR

129

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Aether
Wave

Offspring

none

Biography

ALTURAS the WIND PRIESTESS
singer of the ancient songs

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Long ago, when the clan looked out over the eastern sea, things were different. Bamboo rustled around the village, every rainstorm was warm and fresh, and every morning the sun shone across the water and over the little village on the cliffs.

Alturas can remember dancing with her friends on slick dewy grass under lanterns and the yellow moon, as music poured into the summer night from the glowing clan pavilion. For those clan occasions, her mother would help pin up her silky hair. She and her sister would spill out the door, racing each other to the pavilion, and finding seats with their friends. Then the music would start- everyone got to take a turn, even if they were bad, and then all order deteriorated into singing and dancing and laughter until the sky began to get light.

Alturas can remember waking so very early every morning, peeking through the window screens until the sky began to lighten, when she would sneak through the house and run outside. Sprinting barefoot across the dewy lawn, wrapped in a woven shawl, running to the cliff's edge with the water far below. Standing there, alone, watching the sun come up in a blaze of gold and following the paths of the tiny sailboats cutting through the waves.

When winter came, things still stayed green, but every other day brought raging storms. Alturas remembers those, too. At first, it would be like any other day- warm, bright, with little puffs of cloud scuttling across the sky. Then bigger clouds would start to pile up- way out, across the ocean or up the coast or sometimes way inland. Alturas, little more than a child at that time, would run up the cliffs with her friends and stand at the top, brisk wind tossing her dark hair, and wait until raindrops carried by the wind began to spatter on her arms and face. If the storm was expected for the night, Alturas and her sister would pick their way up the cliffs as the sun set behind them. They'd stand huddled together in a blanket with a lantern in hand, seeking out dark clouds inseparable from the night, watching the lightning flash closer and closer. When the storm was almost upon them or it got too cold or too dark or too windy, they'd take the guttering lantern and descend the stone stairs again, back to the warmth of their house. As they ate dinner (mom's best spicy stir-fry and rice if they were lucky), the rain would begin to fall outside, hammering on the roof and the windows. Then the sisters rushed through their dinner to stand in the open door, savouring the smell of wet earth and the sound of the rain.

Alturas remembers how sometimes, the clouds would hang so low over the sea that they would be even with the central slopes. Then mist would cling to the ground, swallowing the green, and completely obscure the lower slopes. Alturas remembers waking up early and going for a walk, standing in the central expanse and looking up, knowing the open air was only a few feet above her, and watching the world brighten with muted sunlight.

It was windy there, of course, but Alturas remembers it as a more playful wind. Usually it was calmer down in the village, as the wind blew offshore from the clifftops above. Every other day, she and her friends would race to the clifftops and embrace the full force of the gale, letting it push at their outstretched arms and pull at their clothes and hair. She remembers sitting on the scraggly bushes and warm rocks at the top of the cliffs, looking out over the ocean and the village, flying brightly painted kites in the open air.
Sometimes the wind shifted directions, howling through the bamboo, setting wind chimes and lanterns wildly swaying, bringing with it a coating of salt from the sea.

Things were very different, and sometimes it's hard to remember everything. Who knows if it's even the same now- Alturas was younger then, and too many things change over time.

Sometimes Alturas misses it. More than sometimes, really. Her heart is with her clan- she knows that well- but her soul belongs there, in the old place, with the summer heat and the heavy storms. Someday, she's going back. She just doesn't quite know when yet.

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»Her house is very east Asian, with lots of paper screens, low and delicate furniture, and lanterns. Alturas brought bamboo from her old home and planted it around this house, which is near the creek in a clearing where the fireflies love to swarm and dance.
» As Wind Priestess, Alturas is the spiritual matron of the clan. Some people struggle with this because her appearance seems to shift on the daily. Her face will be smooth one moment, young and glowing, and then the next it will seem lined and weathered. Her eyes always sparkle.
» Her body is mortal, but at some point in her life she sacrificed the permanence of her soul. This is really bad wording I need to do this when i'm not paying attention to david attenborough talk about manta rays

aesthetic: festivals // dewy grass and fireflies // orchestras in the open air // singing while she works // throw the map to the winds

likes: rice, clouds, clean air, music, shrimp, lanterns, oranges, apple blossoms, also scarfs and fancy brass-bound books
dislikes: wildfire smoke, purple things, stripes, scones, most insects including moths, tall towers
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