Drakashia

Writes about the clan and other dragons fervently, (almost against her will), has branched into using this skill to write for other clans to bring in a profit, my avatar


The only Skydancer in a brood of Guardians, Drakashia was unfortunately born with malfunctioning sensory nodes. Her ability to tune into other's emotions was spotty, and often brought about seemingly conflicting information. This also made her a rare introverted Skydancer, as being around large crowds would confuse and disorient her. Tho she grew used to solitude, it was taxing, as Drakashia was still of a breed well known for its sociability. When her siblings started leaving to take charges, Drakashia decided she would go too, first traveling to an affluent Nature clan. There, she met Midnight and StainedGlass, who were on the move for their own reasons. StainedGlass, also a Skydancer, could sense Drakashia's uncomfortableness in the larger clan, and the two offered to travel with her to find a less crowded area. The Skydancer and the Nocturne became like second parents to her, and Midnight even showed her a special trick that ended up helping her deal with her abilities. And that trick was what Nocturnes are known best for, to copy. It sounds strange, but this helped her fine tune her Skydancer abilities enough to interact with other hatchlings, as the techniques used in mimicking helped her refine her less than stellar emotional sensors.
Personality wise, Drakashia is a careful dragon, especially among strangers. She will attempt to blend into any new group by means of mimicking, and is always careful not to offend anyone. Among those she knows and trusts (her adopted parents, DarkVapor, EmberLeaf, and a few others) she can feel comfortable enough to occasionally criticize, or let her blunt, sarcastic humor shine through.

Weeks later, after Drakashia had settled into the clan and grown into a young adult...

"Drakashia!" DarkVapor called out for her friend, flitting through the familiar gloom of the Driftwood Drag.
"Drakashia! Ashia! Darn it now I'm using your nickname, if you're listening don't tell EmberLeaf I said that."
The Fae continued calling, her normally quiet voice straining to raise to a level that would be carried across the swamp. DarkVapor wasn't used to this sudden roll reversal, usually Drakashia was the one searching for her, as she would periodically leave the clan in order to swim in the area's murky water or write deep, edgy poetry.
The Fae braced herself for another shout, when she heard a faint scuffling sound. Her sensitive frills raised up, as the tiny dragon got a bit uneasy. Of course, they were in the Shadow Flight, strange noises were nothing unusual. And seeing how it was the only lead, DarkVapor decided to follow.
The scuffling evolved into a persistent scratching, as the Fae at last came to the source of the noise. It was a mass of black and blue feathers, busy writing, erasing, and rewriting on a well worn piece of parchment.
"Finally, I was looking all over, and... You've started writing? Trying to mimic me? Erm, there's nothing wrong with that..."
The Skydancer didn't even look up, as she continued to write with even more fervor. DarkVapor hovered next to her friend, unsure what to do.
"Um, so what are you writing, perhaps I can give you some tips?"
The Fae glanced at the parchment, choking back a gasp as she read its contents. Written on the long scroll, in scrawling yet legible prose, was the following:
'"Drakashia!" DarkVapor called out for her friend, flitting through the familiar gloom of the Driftwood Drag.
"Drakashia! Ashia! Darn it now I'm using your nickname, if you're listening don't tell EmberLeaf I said that.'"