Bakari

Bakari is a librarian who is not content with seeing the world only through the pages of a book. She grew bored quickly in the Plague lair where she had chosen to live, and, not without some difficulty, made the heartwrenching decision to leave her children and see what the world had to offer. She was both excited and apprehensive of the adventures that lay ahead - she'd never really been alone before.

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WIP

She had made her way beyond the Sea of a Thousand currents, and all the way to the Sunbeam Ruins, before loneliness caught up with her. Seeing the Light realm's preparations for the Brightshine Jubalee made Bakari yearn for her family. There was no escape from noticing the hatchlings running and playing, eager to help (or distract); Bakari's own were far beyond that age, but the din of the children brought up memories, nevertheless.

A small visit to her home was in order, wasn't it? She had traversed two nations, all by herself! There was no shame in taking time to gather her thoughts, perhaps start a journal... The dragons she had met thus far weren't ones she wanted to forget.

Bakari was heading for the Scarred Wasteland before she even realized her mind was made. Leaving the Light realm meant she had only the solace of flight; cold wind through her feathers, the tug of gusts at her wings...

The flight was long, but the fatigue was a welcome change. She appreciated knowing she was challenging herself, both in body and in mind.

And her sense of direction, too, apparently.

Bakari touched down on a grassy plain-- had she strayed from her course? She looked up into the sky, seeing the balloons and kites; the Windswept Plateau was not a difficult place to recognize. In fact, Bakari chuckled to herself-- as a wind dragon, herself, the place was obvious to her.

How she got here, however, was the next thought in her mind. As she laid out her map, she ran through all her possible mistakes. (Admittedly, there were not many. The Sunbeam Ruins and the Scarred Wasteland were nearly a straight-shot from one to the other--)

"You're looking lost," Bakari whipped her head up so fast she nearly hit the Fae with her own skull.

"Oh!" she was lost for words, though she found her composure soon enough, "Oh-- just a slight mis-direction..."

blablabla haraphin tells her she shouldn't make the flight to the scarred whatever tonight, soething something maybe a storm, she should st least stay the night and get a meal or two.

ok cool, sh does so. one last clan to stay with before she goes home, nice. it's a hodge-podge place, though, unlike the others she'd stayed at-- barely structured at all, more like a hub where dragons found themselves-- inccluding her. it was hard to remember that among the places she'd secretly hoped to find when she first set out, there wer also places like this.

so something something she meets a few dragons, probably also Ri, the only light dragon. maybe she mentions the jubalee to Ri, Ri is sad to miss it, but Ri has severe injuries and is missing part of her wing. sh can't fly back.

so th tl;dr is that the next day some of the tag-tag bunch have a tiny makeshift jubalee celebration for Ri, and Bakari helps, getting a little trinket in return.

She sets off the next day, but actually decides that she's fine to go somewhere else, not home.

Bakari has recieved:

Deadeye's Tail Twist

Apparel

A little bit of flair for way back there!

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