Whisper
(#50957074)
Level 1 Imperial
Familiar
Formal Tea Set
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This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.05 m
Wingspan
18.93 m
Weight
6077.66 kg
Genetics
Orchid
Python
Python
Orchid
Morph
Morph
Cyan
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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"It is always wise to look ahead, but difficult to look further than you can see." Winston Churchill |
W h i s p e r
Soothsayer ethical • distrustful • scholarly xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx |
 xxxB I O G R A P H YxxxThen Whisper sat on the floor, surrounded by various scraps of paper and fabrics. Her mother reached down and patted her head. “I have to go out for a bit,” she said. “You be good.” “You have to work?” “Yes, I need to check some things in the storeroom,” Techno replied. “I’m working too,” Whisper said seriously. “I’m making a flower for Auntie Energon because she has a hurt head.” “I don’t think she has a hurt head, but I’m sure she’ll love the flower,” Techno said. “She does too,” Whisper insisted. “I was going to make the flower for you because of your bleeding claw, but auntie’s head hurts more than your claw.” “I don’t have a bleeding claw,” Techno started to say, then stopped. What harm was there in letting Whisper play her pretend games? “Oh. I thought you did.” Whisper turned back to her art project. Later, in the clan’s communal storeroom, Techno reached for a sheet of paper to make a note of quantities. The edge sliced against her claw, opening a small paper cut. A drop of blood squeezed out. Techo blurted out a curse word. How did paper cuts always hurt so badly? She stuck the claw in her mouth, sucked the drop of blood off. The stores were low, since it was early spring. She made quick work of tallying the quantities, and started back home to check on the children. Her attention was drawn by a commotion from a returning hunting party. She turned to see what the fuss was about. Two dragons were supporting a third. “I am perfectly fine to walk home on my own,” Energon snapped at one of the helpers. “Yes, a rock grazed my temple. Yes, it hurts. But I have no desire to be treated like an invalid!” “You have a hurt head,” Techno said slowly. “Duh. Rocks are not known for their gentleness!” Energon said. Then, seeing the hurt flash in Techno’s eyes, she apologized. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a little tense, I think.” “Come back to mine and I’ll make you some tea,” Techno offered. “Whisper made you a present for your hurt head.” “But I just hurt my head. How could she already know?” Energon asked. “I don’t know, but I’m starting to think we should look for some answers,” Techno said. “And I could definitely use a cup of tea myself, or something stronger.” Now Whisper pulled her hood down over her eyes and sighed deeply. She looked around her lavishly decorated apartments. She had done well for herself after leaving school. She had a position in a reasonably prominent clan. Years at school had honed her ability, and she had concentrated mostly on learning to scry the outcomes of different choices. Sometimes the two futures overlapped, almost identical, and then the choice wouldn’t matter. Sometimes there was a clear better choice. Other times the future was murky, smudged by the thumbs of the gods so that dragons would not see things better left unknown. Her job was to attend council meetings from time to time, and scry proposed courses of action. This was not time consuming, and left her a lot of leisure. Many afternoons, there would be a knock at her door, an opportunity to tell a personal future for treasure. She did those readings which she felt were ethical, and turned down others. But even with those visits, there was ample free time. She spent most of it reading, sending her maid to get library books for her studies. Yes, maid. The clan paid for a serving dragon for her, which always felt strange to Whisper. She never had quite adjusted to giving orders, and in many ways, her maid had become more of a friend than an employee. She sighed again. Perness had recently fallen in love, and left for a new clan, to live with her mate and hopefully raise many hatchlings. Whisper wished her the best. Even though her ethics professor would argue against it, she had done two scries, looking for Perness’s happiness if she left or if she stayed. The two futures danced in her mind, unrelated to each other, and Whisper knew Perness was making the right choice. She did not tell the young dragon of her scry, however. Knowing too much personal information was dangerous, and could even change the future. She simply gave the couple a large wedding gift. That was two weeks ago. Whisper had mostly done for herself in that time, with the occasional general servant coming in to cook or clean for her. But most of them were afraid of her, nervous if they spent more than a few minutes in her apartments. Whisper tried not to judge on class lines, but it seemed true that the serving classes were more superstitious than most. Whisper headed out through the clan’s labyrinth of tunnels and streets, some underground and some above, headed for the shops. Some dragons saw her coming and abruptly turned the other way, or crossed the street. Others greeted her with deference. When she reached the fruit stall, she stopped and began perusing the wares, looking for something fresh and delicate. The fruit stall owner gasped. “Madame Whisper!” she said. “Is something wrong? Is there something I need to change? Am I going to die?” Whisper sighed at the skydancer. What was her name again? Zinfa? No, Zinnia. “No, I just wanted to buy some fruit. What’s the freshest?” “Oh!” Zinnia said, “Of course!” She visibly relaxed. Whisper pulled her hood further over her eyes, but it didn’t help. It never did. This was her life, a combination of simpering dragons wanting information about their futures and scared dragons assuming her every approach was an ill omen. Whisper had thought to go to the library, but the interaction at the fruit stall soured her mood, and she went directly back home. They were lavishly furnished apartments, and she’d made this choice with her eyes open, but on some days, it felt like nothing more than a very well-appointed prison. |
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What's your favorite book? "I often find myself rereading a book of fairy tales from my childhood. Everything is always easier when you're a hatchling, you know. I love how they wrap up with a simple moral." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Should I travel to visit my uncle now, or a month from now? "Your journey will be much easier if you go now instead of waiting. That'll be 100 treasure, please." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Is it hard to find people to play games with you? "Almost impossible, especially in games of chance. The funny thing about that is that chance changes faster than skill. The outcome of a checkers game is usually visible, a dice game less so. But I really don't cheat in my own games, I just like to scry when other dragons play." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯  ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Happenstance - Client  All of the dragons on the council pay heed to Whisper's predictions, but Happenstance relies on her more than most. ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Gunmetal - Foe  An old-school physical fighter, Gunmetal has a deep distrust of any and all psychic powers, and isn't shy about letting it be known. ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ ╭━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╮ Echo - Admirer  Apparently foretelling was a more common talent in ancient times. Banescale dragons are much less intimidated than most by Whisper's gift. Echo in particular views her as a useful tool for making most every decision. ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ |
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