Brizo

Elegance, in her posture, her apparel, her being - and, ultimately, in her work. Brizo was already known among her clanmates for working as a witch, often tidying up the preserved information they had, keeping it clean from anything that could dare harm the fragile artifacts - but outside of this work, she was often sought out by those who too sought to be elegant, primarily in their appearance.

Outsiders dubiously came to her from time to time, immediately squinting at the sage cover she wore; how could she aid their appearance if she was unable to see them? Dubious they'd come, definite they'd leave - often different than they'd become - some wore their outfits differently, others held themselves higher - and a small, small handful came out with a different form entirely - a newer, greater form.

It came with a price, as everything does; but the price she won't tell of that price unless the dragon is committed, unless they too intend to become beautiful.

There's been tales of those she aids often coming back - one carrying vegetable oil, another with charged duneberries, some with their hands full of soylent green's - or a simple basket of strawberries. Dragons have asked if this was the price they'd paid to obtain help with their appearance, though the expression they provide often is telltale enough -

There's something more to her wonders than just bringing a snack days later, some greater, perhaps less pleasant side to the transformation; but those who have become beautiful, elegant much like Brizo herself, never complain.

And they do, admittedly, look much better than they had prior to seeking her.


Written by JaynK