Tropicana

Tropicana The Sunset Bloodstone Roundhorn Apparel It is said that dragons with spiral horns have an affinity for balancing on the sides of sheer mountain cliffs. 250 Orange Highnoon Hank Apparel A simple orange bandana tied around the neck blocks the sun and really pulls the whole look together! 450 Autumn Woodbasket Apparel A basket growing a bundle of fragrant herbs. 1200

Tropicana works partly for the messengers and gatherers. His bright and easy-going outlook on life makes him a breeze to get along with and even more of a breeze to work with. He enjoys spending his days running errands for other dragons in the caves and up on the surface, so it isn't an odd sight to see him rummaging around in the stores to find what either he or others need.

If he takes a little more than necessary, no one questions it. There's plenty of supplies to spare and no one really knows how long his list is.

He has more deliveries to make.

In the evenings, as the sun starts to set and paints the desert in bright oranges and reds, Tropicana makes his way to the gateways to the underground caves. There's one opening in particular that he has in mind as he carefully avoids being seen. It's usually not too difficult as everyone is winding down for the day and the night shifters are just getting up. His colors give him an advantage during this time.

Occasionally, someone spots him and Tropicana has to stop and have a conversation. Very few know what his plan is, and he'd like to keep it that way. He gives Exino a nod as he passes by, handing a piece of candy to the guard and accepting a note in return with the promise of delivering it soon.

He slips silently into the cave's opening. It's a big cavern facing the sunset, big enough that a guardian can fit in it easily and the entrance large enough to let the sun's last rays in. Tropicana looks around, spends the time to investigate the cavern and make sure everything is in place. He's a little late, but he starts getting a little worried the longer he's alone.

Pacing a little, Tropicana pulls his bag off and starts sorting through it's contents. Medicines, bandages, little packages of foods, herbs, a bag of sweets and a hammer. He organizes them three separate times before he huffs and looks around the room again.

"Come on." The spiral pouts at the fading light along the back wall. "Don't make me wait forever. I'm getting bored."

"But you're cute when you pout."

Tropicana squeaks at the sudden voice from his left, tripping over his own tail and falling over. In the dark shadows of a large rock next to him along the wall, he can barely make out the form of another dragon.

"That's cheating!" Tropicana pouts fiercely as the other pulls himself off the wall. He's much easier to see in the daylight, Tropicana thinks, even as the ring of sparks and glowing bits of magic start up around Leviathan, the guide of the deep caves, emerges in an ethereal display. "Stop laughing at me, Levi!"

"I'm not laughing." Leviathan lies with a chuckle as he settles himself next to the larger spiral. He gets a shove to the shoulder for his efforts. "Did you manage to find everything?"

Tropicana nods and gestures at the pile of items before them. "I did. It wasn't too difficult this time around."

"Thank you, Trop." Leviathan leans up to bonk his forehead against Tropicana's. They don't get to meet up every day but it's Tropicana's favorite moments when they can.

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