Tala

the smell of aged parchment hits your nose the moment you enter, creeping rays of early morning illuminating every step you take further into this radiant domain.

you turn your head at the sound of fluttering wings; for a moment you thought that the light blinded you to hallucinate a figure — shaped and molded from its' own brilliance — to present itself before you.

but you blink. catch a small, but earnest smile aimed right at you.

tala gives a small bow, and her plumes vibrate with her pleasant trills.

"welcome. how may I help you?"

the founder of the alcove is revered by those who live under her domain and many who encounter her (despite her best protests, since all the praise never fails to fluster her) — and with good reason.

her unfailing kindness and patience stem from the harsh time she faced from becoming a coatl, originally having been a fae that was distasteful towards the monotonous mannerisms and preferring the beautiful trills and various ways of expression her new form was capable of.

she had faced extreme criticism and mockery from others as she inelegantly stumbled through figuring out her new body and language, and despite her mentor's best attempts at assuaging her insecurities tala still ended up suffering self-doubt that plagued her for years to come.

however, those insecurities did help in a way; they were one of the major driving forces behind why tala chose to found the alcove in the first place.

she wanted to make a place where any and all are welcome to be as inquisitive as they please without fear of judgment, without anybody's disdain for them not knowing something.

a place where one can curl up with a scroll or book, away from the chaos of the world, even if for just a moment.

(tala essentially strived for a safe haven that her past self often wished for, in her darker moments when she wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep forever.

she wanted to give someone a place to rest, an opportunity she herself never had. )

with her mate's support, it was an ambitious dream that came to be. she never expected it to amount to the grandiose emporium that it is now, but she doesn't dare complain.

the alcove has given second chances at happiness to dragons that are employed there. her hatchlings have a safe place to grow and learn. tala has a place to finally call home, to recover from the shadowed thoughts that haunt her and thrive.

it is enough. it is more than what she ever hoped for, and she thanks the lightweaver for being blessed so.

Strength
██████████
Magic
██████████
Defense
██████████
Charisma
██████████
Intelligence
██████████

short story material :

- persevering through the ridicule she faced

- taking care of aman and starting the alcove

- meeting, dealing with, and eventually falling for otonyo

- political talks with Reverence
( for the first time in a long time, fumbled with her social graces out of awe and respect. is heavily scrutinized as if being judged for ingenuity and does her best to prove she's truly saying what she thinks and amuses the envoy )

- taking care of her daughters

- political talks with Calcareous Cove

Aman // Ward


Pusong // Reverence Liaison


Monroe // Calcareous Cove Liaison

Alignment : True Neutral
HP House : Ravenclaw Primary / Hufflepuff Secondary
Gijinka Ethnicity : Filipino
Gijinka Face Claim : N/A

Likes : Historical Texts, Sunsets
Dislikes : Complete Darkness, the Cold

tentative gijinka ideas

skin: #aa724b
hair: snow white, long, wavy/poofy, blunt bangs
facial features: wide glowing eyes,
small heart-shaped face.
full lips, prominent cupid's bow.
freckles on face / shoulders. thick eyelashes.
clothes: ivory/black
petite, short (5'0)

raven woodmask + hewn philosopher's veil = elaborate venetian mask (like this but with black feathers); glowing eyes still seen
simple, sleeveless; insp - (fourth row, first or third dress)
woodbraces = feathered arm braces
hip drapes / wing ornament / seraph necklace = over the dress body chain

MISC