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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.28 m
Wingspan
5.83 m
Weight
485.8 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Skink
Skink
Crimson
Spinner
Spinner
Ivory
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
4
AGI
5
DEF
4
QCK
9
INT
9
VIT
4
MND
9
Biography
Sonaan
born Lovaas
The Gleescale of the Blood Pearl
A Tale of Stories Told
I frown at the gunnel of the Blood Pearl, my feathers ruffling ever so slightly in the warm breeze. I hardly notice the foam balls shifting about beneath my claws as I think about my current predicament. I had joined the crew just a few months prior as a passenger, hoping to travel northward from the Southern Icefields to find better crowds than the cold, nearly unfeeling clans of the Frigid Floes. I considered myself lucky to be away from my old home and, with it, the dragons that seem to have grown numb to more than just the elements. I had been happy, even when the cold winds died behind me.
I had made a deal with Captain Lila when she saw my luggage. She saw my Harp, my wings hardly managing to hold down a cloak that was honestly more patches than actual cloak, and realized I must be a sort of entertainer. I am, in fact, though I happen to be a little new to the trade. She told me that I could entertain the crew as my fare to the north, specifically to the Focal Point, and not pay her a single coin more if I could keep the complaints to a minimum. Of course I accepted, and they found I could do more than sing and tell stories.
Many times, when I heard complaints begin to rise, I would leap about the deck, be it in aerial feats that would impress a Spiral of the Windsinger’s brood to simple flips on the deck that many thought would clip my own wings. On that first trip, I would sense the tension rising, and I would plan stories of glory and treasure as rations were doled out. I’d hear their sea shanties, and I would play along with the harp, even teaching some of the sailors songs from my own travels. When eyes grew dull, I’d pull out the foam balls, letting them disappear into my feathers before letting it flash out in my claws, earning a few impressed whistles and queries as to how I got it from my wingtips to my foreclaws. It was easy, and I found myself enjoying every single waking moment on the ship.
I had my reasons to leave when we reached the ports, however. I had planned to enter a competition for bards like myself, and I felt more than ready for the competition. From the best telling of the Arcanist’s Climb to the bard who could juggle the most impressive objects, I knew I was ready. And yet, the Captain’s words echoed in my head as I sat in the hall.
“If you happen to miss the sea, you can always come back to us. We’ll be setting sail in about a week.”
A week. I sat in the hall, thinking of the story I wanted to tell, and yet those words echoed in my mind. As common drakes passed me by, I saw a young hatchling looking up at me, and when she asked me for a true story, I knew what I would do.
I returned to the ship with a Queen’s Mark in my satchel, stowed away beneath my patchwork cloak. I agreed with Captain Lila’s terms, and now I’m officially part of the crew. I look back downward, locking my eyes with the rest of the crew as they peer at me. Even Captain Lila is staring, all of them with their eyes on the Queen’s Mark now surrounded by my juggling balls. I scoop the rainbow orbs up, watching them disappear into my wings, and yet the Mark remains in my grasp. They want to know the story behind it, and I’m certainly willing to share it.
I wait a moment longer, letting the Silver Mark shine in the dying light as we sit in the port, and then I begin my tale of the time I left my home, only to find it on the Blood Pearl.
My harp remained untouched for the entire story, both when the Queen’s Mark was handed to me, and now. No music was needed. Not for a true story.
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