Starsong

Personality:
- Perfectionist
- Calm
- Studious

Quirks:
- Very proud of their wings, has a detailed daily routine in order to keep them looking their best
- Plays 3 different DnD campaigns a week, in all of which they play a chaotic evil rogue
- Has a wide collection of hats
- A very talented musician and composer, they think the genre that best encompasses the concept of a "starsong" is big band music but they've yet to assemble a large enough number of dragons to properly play it

Plan:


A bit of lore:
Starsong walked among the alleys of the Astrolodrome. The crystalline pink ceiling shimmered overhead and the vibrant voices of dragons going to market echoed all around. Merchants hawked their wares, buyers gossiped, but what hid underneath was something that the traveling Skydancer did not expect. Thunderous applause. Intrigued, Starsong wove through tightly packed merchant stalls and buildings built too close until she came upon a staircase that led down. A door was partially open, letting mage light bleed into the dim alley. The applause echoed again. Picking her way toward the entrance and peering passed the threshold, Starsong saw an amazing array of dragons seated in a semi-circle in an improvised concert hall.

A gruff voice rumbled from a Guardian behind her, "Get a move on. They're about to start the third part!"

Heart in her throat, Starsong was unceremoniously herded inside by the irritable Guardian. Now deep inside the converted cellar, she admired the classical decor but really didn't think of it as her style. But then she heard it. The amazing voices of the four dragons on the stage before the semi-circle of onlookers. A Ridgeback thundered out an incredible bass beat while thumping his right forepaw on the stage. A Guardian female's voice could compete with the range of a viola without even touching the instrument, her forepaws clapping out a different sound that sharply completed the beat that the Ridgeback established. The third took on the role of what should've been a second violinist, a Nocturne female that was granting an edge to the vocalist ensemble that blew Starsong's mind. Then the lead, the concert master if this were a full orchestra, was a garish Mirror male with a rich voice that stole the audience away.

Enraptured by the display, Starsong only asked a dragon to her right in a hushed whisper, "What style is this? I've never seen or listened to its like."

The dragon nearest her was a Fae. Frills fluttered and the Fae replied, "It's called A Cappella. Not a single instrument is used save for their own voices and whatever their paws can create. Amazing right?"

Starsong hummed before she let herself be led off by the songs, "A Cappella."