Kalina

As you descend the path spiralling down the cavern's outer wall, you approach a carved out den in which what appears to be rocks spill out from the entrance onto the already narrow path. As you near you notice they're not rocks at all and a chill creeps up your spine as you make out the familiar structure of draconic skulls in the piles.
What kind of monster hoards skulls like this? Without much trying you can easily picture your own head amongst the others and bile rises in your throat. You want to turn around and ascend from this dark, dank place but the keeper stands at your back.
"Don't let the sight fool you." Your rigid body is too frozen to jump at the sound but your heart knocks in its cage as the keeper moves past you. Reluctantly you follow her in and she holds the curtain aside for you.
Immediately you're greeted by the smell of crushed leaves and dried berries, and the sight inside is... unexpected. Swathes of fabric adorn the high ceiling, and the walls are splattered with dots of colour. A colourful dragon bends over a workbench against the wall, a skull bigger than her own before her and a brush in hand. She's surrounded by pots of vibrant powders and her arms are stained with test swatches of paint. She hums a mournful tune as she strokes the skull with her brush, leaving streaks of colour along its pale surface, and doesn't stop until she turns from her work to reach for more powder and catches sight of her keeper and this newcomer. "Ah," the edges of her mouth curve upward slightly, "for me, keeper? You shouldn't have." Her voice is a chilling purr but the keeper chortles and so follows the drake.
"I'm showing this traveller around Adavar, we're just passing by."
The dragon puts her brush down and turns her full attention to you. "Oh my keeper, so hospitable." There's a hint of satire there but you wouldn't know why and have no time to think on it before the drake turns her attention to you. "Traveller, I am Kalina. As you can see—" she motions to shelves of coloured bones around her— "I am something of an artist."

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NOT KALINA'S LORE, JUST NOTEKEEPING

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Lore notes:
[Write garden/layrinth nymph lore for her, change her name] (im a mess, sorry)
> An object of unimaginable radiance caught his young eye, and he gazed upon the thing in awe.
"Goddess of my garden..." he whispered to her, though it had been forever since he spoke to something not a plant.
Illiad looked at his small figure with an indescirnable gaze.