Lucent
(#55667227)
Level 10 Fae
Familiar
Sunbeam Dryad
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Energy: 49/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Lightning.
Female Fae
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.44 m
Wingspan
1.88 m
Weight
1.34 kg
Genetics
Crimson
Metallic
Metallic
Marigold
Bee
Bee
Sunshine
Ghost
Ghost
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 10 Fae
EXP: 189 / 27676
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
14
QCK
14
INT
9
VIT
14
MND
8
Biography
"Happy will they be who lend ear to the words of the Dead."
-Leonardo Da Vinci
-Leonardo Da Vinci
By CrowHarlequin
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L U C E N T
Soul Mate to Khepri 
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 B I O G R A P H Y
Lucent barely moved as she carefully brushed sand away from a frieze with a paintbrush. This one was likely a second age relic, with how far down they had dug and how quickly the arcane magic counters were clicking. Her fins trembled with excitement as another edge appeared. “Um, Professor?” Lucent sighed in annoyance, fins flattening. “What do you need?” “Um,” the student dithered a little, rubbing her foreclaws together, “It’s almost sunset, and I need you to sign off on my practical hours for lab.” “Oh, of course.” Lucent straightened up, wincing as she realized how long she had been hunched over the frieze. As she fluttered over to the dig manager to sign off her student, a tall, pale yellow ridgeback caught her eye. “What’s he doing here?” Lucent asked, ticking off her signature and waving her student away. The dig manager shook his head. “A reporter. He’s interested in what we’re working on.” “Let me talk to him.” “Ma’am, I know you dislike unskilled dragons in the site—” “Let me talk to him.” The dig manager sighed, then stumped away, heavy snapper body close to the ground. He moved the rope keeping people out of the dig, and the ridgeback picked his way inside, not going far. Lucent flitted up to him, hovering as he peered down his long nose at her. She disliked him immediately. “I’m Khepri, independent reporter. I’m working on a story for Sornieth All Couriers about archaeological sites,” he rattled off, taking out a pad of paper and a stick of lead. Lucent’s head crests tipped back a little. Those horrid pencils were just the kind of thing a ridgeback would have—Lightning’s inventiveness had definitely gone too far. “I’m Lucent, professor of history and professional archaeologist. I’m sure you’re very interested in maintaining an open mind, so let me show you the work,” Lucent said, head frills expressing her distaste. Khepri seemed not to notice how displeased she looked, as he listened to her monotone voice while jotting down notes. “Well, reporting the facts is my job, Lucent,” Khepri said pleasantly. “What can you tell me about the site you’ve uncovered here?” “This was likely a temple or palace, judging by the—” “Not a grave? Have you ever worked on a grave before?” Khepri interrupted. 
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“Why do you work on places where dragons have died? Would not be safer to let the dead rest in peace?” Khepri demanded. “With the ancient dragons reawakening, we must understand the time they lived in, including the conditions that may have lead to their slumber or deaths,” Lucent grated out. “I see that you are hardly interested in the facts, which are that I conduct my work with respect for both the past and the present.” “Excuse me, miss, but this interview is about you, not me,” Khepri shot back. “Disturbing the resting places of dead dragons is universally abhorred, except in Plague, but we all know they’re barbarians. Your work reawakening the dead is hardly essential to understanding the ancients, what with their own scholars and historians who have returned with them. Resources are limited, after all, what justifies the way you’re wasting them?” “Get out of my dig!” Lucent yelled. “You’re just like every other brown-nosed journalist! Sensationalizing the story and twisting the facts to push your agenda! I don’t want you talking to my students or my esteemed colleagues. Good! Evening!” She turned away in a huff, fluttering back to her frieze. The work always calmed her, and even now her shaking claws steadied as she picked up her paintbrush once again. Finally, the sunlight faded, and the dig manager came over. “Professor, I’m sorry, but we shouldn’t be out here at night. You’ll catch cold.” Lucent sighed. As she and the manager dragged the canvas cover over the last few dig squares, she said, “I wish I had more time here before I had to go back to the university. This dig has been so interesting.” “Don’t worry, Lucent,” the snapper replied with a chuckle. “If we find anything more than a couple broken vases and a frieze or two, I’ll be sure to send a message.” “I appreciate it,” Lucent replied. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Looking forward to it.” Lucent flitted off to the inn she was staying at for the duration of her stay. She came to this site in the Hewn City ruins at least once a semester, so she was unsure why she felt so strongly compelled to stay this time. It was almost a tangible presence, a cold grey cloak of sadness and ocean mist. Lucent shook herself. Maybe thinking about the past so much was getting to her. As she entered the door of Medea’s Inn, a familiar dragon caught her eye. “You!” Khepri looked up from the steaming bowl in front of him. His eyes narrowed. “You.” Lucent sat down on the table, across from him. “What are you doing here?” “I’m passing through and need a place to stay, and this is affordable for a freelance reporter. What’s your excuse, oh wise historian?” “My family owns this inn.” Khepri hummed noncommittally as he sipped the hearty fish broth in the bowl. “And are you going to kick me out?” Lucent’s aggressively puffed fins deflated. “Of course not. That would hardly be kind, would it?” “Kindness? From a grave robber?” “It’s not grave robbing! It’s a study of history and honoring our past,” Lucent protested, fins fluttering with sincerity. Khepri was watching her for once, and he set the bowl down. “Do you have an address?” “Huh?” “To write letters. Do you have an address?” he asked again. “This archaeology story is a long-term thing, and I think I could really stand to gain an insider’s perspective.” “I’d love to answer any questions you might have,” Lucent replied, frills opening up. Maybe she had misjudged this haughty reporter. He did seem interested in learning, which she could appreciate. The coldness clinging to her had finally melted away into warmth. Lore written by LibrariesrPunk
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