Vagabond

@Regenherz: I have a soft spot for great looking nature dragons and your Vagabond is definitely no exception ^-^ I really like that he is wearing an accent, but it's so subtle and fitting, that you might miss it, if you don't pay attention :3 The Tree Warden's Garb looks really good on him, actually I love the whole outfit you put together for him :)

@Dartrix: Probably my favourite dragon in your lair, wow! I'm a sucker for nature-y dragons and everything about Vagabond works perfectly! Be right back while I steal his outfit... You're so good at this dressing thing! His colours are perfect, he's so bright and stunning! And the lore!! I'm obessed! I also love that his familliar matches so well. You seem to have put so much thought into this guy, it's awesome!!

Vagabond is a self-taught craftsman, having to live on his own and all. He's made a lot of his personal belongings himself, and he's not unfamiliar to crafting for others too. Despite this, people are still shocked to see his talent.

True to his namesake, Vagabond loves to travel and never settles down for long. He's met dragons from the Pillar of the World all the way to the Spiral Keep, and when Vagabond inevitably moves on, he makes sure to write down the names of the people he meets. He loves to send them all letters about his adventures.

Vagabond seems like he would be awfully good at lying even if he might not use the talent much. He does seem like a nice dragon just- one that would know how to hide the truth.

Oh halo ther, it seems as if Vagabond...
...is attracting some nostalgic dokis from Zoe.

She's seen him from time to time.

Occasional, but consistent, but occasional again, but consistent again, and always welcome. Just like... -- like a favorite kinda view of the sunset (ha, what a cheesebag thought that sounded - like when a dragon's halfway-sized between hatchling and grownup, and has just excitedly developed a concept of what it means to sound smart - pff, she supposed it wasn't her fault, though, if that felt like the best way to put it) that you only get when the weather happens to be just right all throughout the day.

She might run into him along the waterside - that's where she first did, pacing the shores her family arrived at from the Viridian Labyrinth, and spotting so many mementos of the place she still considered "really home" on a dragon she spotted gathering materials upriver - or out in the woods, or what have you.

Either way, he always seems to turn up at somewhere and at some time in the Tangled Wood. Sticking out like the opposite of a sore thumb to a dragon who spent the most idyllic time of her life in the Labyrinth, and still feels wistful to this day over the quote-unquote best parts of her life spent in the "favorite territory" of a brother who was born Plague and has gone Shadow-"native". It got her... well, no, actually, just... kinda keeping an eye on him the first time. But after that, it got her talking to him. Asking him the... probably-usual questions just in seeking to make conversation - "What's your name?" She got it; kind of thought "of course it'd be Vagabond". "You got a clan? Where they live?" The like. Remarked to him, even, here and there, as she watched him ply his trades, with a light conversational laugh and sharp interest that at the same time wasn't sharp, "...my mother and father taught me that one" or "I wonder if my mother and father knew how to do that..."

And he's turned up again. Among muddy banks and fireflies, and she's standing aside with her legs locked and claws digging into the sludge frozen without being a hundred percent sure why. She stops to preen herself, here and there. Tells herself it's because... she wants to make sure that whatever she says will get the kind of voice and nature she's hoping to hear more of. That same kind of natural, cordial intelligent and friendly honestly with which he's answered all of her other questions. The kind that reads "real wisdom" in a bright way she hasn't ever heard before.

She stops and preens her wings before striding up, holding her head up, and asking the best question she can think of, with a little puff of a laugh:

"...So. ...What's a nice dragon like you keeping on doing coming to a place like this...?"