Aysa

Member of The Whirlwind

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[Old lore, to be incoorporated somehow]
A pair of pale green eyes peer out from beneath the swathes of cloth, the skydancer does not speak but Nomad can somehow tell that she is comfortable. A queer one they picked up on the way on another trip to the market.

The muted hum of approaching chatter echos in the gem on the skydancer Aysa's forehead. About time I found a clan to call home, it's been far too long on my own on the road. The weak first impressions of their energy seemed positive, not perfect of course- there was a hidden tension there, but then again, every clan seemed to have a little bit of tension with a ravaging emperor on the loose, these dragons seemed friendly enough though, and more importantly, they seemed to be carrying food. Aysa's stomach growled when she caught the sweet scent of honeybee cakes that was approaching with the chatter. She smiled slyly, time to muster up the best hatchling eyes I can...

To Aysa's delight, those honeybee cakes tasted far better than they smelled, and now she was comfy too, nestled among swathes of bedding atop the swaying bulk of a giant white toridae. Her baby-face and hatchling eyes had a huge sway on Nomad and the other traders, and as usual her empathatic abilities only helped her persuasion without words.

Plan:


Needs: Leopard/Facet/Runes