Aoibheann

Time moves so slowly when you have no reason to pay attention to it, Aoibheann finds after she's been immortal for a few years. When you're mortal, life moves quickly. There's always something happening that needs to be done right away, because you can't risk wasting what little time you have. What if your time runs out while you're still in the middle of a task? What if something happens unexpectedly, and you never get to see your family again?

Aoibheann doesn't have to worry about that anymore. Especially not the family part; her own family died a long time ago. It's been just her in her den for a very long time.

That, of course, isn't to say that she's a solitary creature by any means. She's far from solitary. Aoibheann lives in a Clan, after all. However, she is a witch, so she does tend to keep to herself a lot. Though that's more or less because other dragons often don't want to be around her; not because she's unpleasant, no. She's quite the opposite, actually. Rather, something about her simply commands a wide girth. It's unknown as to whether this is just a part of her aura, or something else entirely.

She's actually a quite cleanly dragon. She doesn't even let her claws scrape on the ground when she's walking, not wanting them to get dirty. Of course, the same cannot always be said of her magic. Far from an evil dragon, Aoibheann prefers magic that doesn't have anything to do with harming others... but sometimes, it cannot be helped. Sometimes, there are those who deserve the pain her spells bring upon them.

She once sees a dragon hurt a hatchling, for example. She makes sure that dragon will never be able to harm another youngster so long as it lives. No one stops her, and no one says a word against her.

Although she doesn't have many friends, Aoibheann has many visitors to her den at times. She is quite the popular and powerful being, after all. There aren't many who don't know her name. In fact, she's usually the one to go to when one has a problem, because she's always willing to help. Aoibheann doesn't look down on mortals, but she doesn't always envy them, either. It's a fragile kind of existence, an interesting dance she dances.

If she could choose, though, she supposes she might like to be a mortal for a little while. If only to experience the world the way they do. She settles down on her bed after a long day, gazing out of the window directly across her on the other side of the room. The sun is just starting to set, turning the sky tints of purple and red. She looks out of the window, half-closes her eyes and thinks for a moment, thinks about what her life might be like if she was looking at this view anywhere else.

She decides, though, that she quite likes it right here.

Lore by mondoowada98 (#487760)


art by CommenRue (#121655)

base by FirozTaverbi (#297392), colored by me

art by Debonair (#229051)