Aghavni

Name: Aghavni (Dove)
Role: Gentle spirit, Light rep
Hoards: Natural knick knacks, like fur pelts, winding twigs, and rare stones.
Traits: Warm, caring, crafty

*Lore being worked on

Aghavni layed on her wooden perch, letting her wings hang so low the tips almost touched the soft earth around her. She had spent the day soaking up sunshine while collecting items for her hoard, which was beginning to tower and looked like it would topple over at any moment. Within a few days though, the tower would be almost completely gone, dwindled down to a stump of random assortment. Fur pelts, winding twigs, various rare stones of different sizes, and interesting carvings were just a few of the items you could find there. Tomorrow she would start using the materials to make products for a market coming up. Larger pelts would be turned into clothing or blankets, bones into jewelry pieces or crafting tools, fabrics into dolls for hatchlings, among more. And every little piece would earn her good coins.

She tucked her wings up and got ready to take off again, wanting to do one more search since the day animals had finished their last hunts and probably left something interesting behind. Even in flight she liked to stay long and slow, basking in the last bits of sun and taking in every sight below her. She'd even weave through the trees and cacti standing about if they were tall enough to reach, anything to take an extra moment to flow around. Even so, she was still a giant creature with tough claws. Aghavni had battled more than a few animals who were disrupting the peace, often ending up with a piece of their hide as a prize. Sometimes she would swoop low and rip a chunk of cacti off, hoping to collect the water and meat of it for special occasions in her clan. She had picked up a few random bones but didn't find much for the day, so she stuffed them in a worn leather pouch, settled on a basking rock, and watched the last of the sun sink low. The last light of day was pink and purple, all of which painted her own scales various colors before fading away for the night. She knew she must keep very still while she waited.

The area is known to house a lot of creatures from the Shadow clans, a group which she respects but did not always get along with for obvious reasons. She hunkered down on her perch, the neutral colors and patterns blending well enough she could stay there for a while. The Shadow clans would trickle in, and start a small fire, though theirs is different. They would make one with magick, and it would be a deep purple color, sparking greens and pinks on occassion. She adored this talent. One of the oldest sources of containable light had managed to be replaced by none other than the Shadow dragons.

Aghavni has a love for the Shadow dragons, enjoying how cooly they act and their depth. She had decided to make a gift for them and leave in a place they could find on their return here. Maybe their deity carved from moonstone, but she'd find it a little funny to gift them sun stone instead.