Please don't exalt this dragon! If you no longer want them, please feel free to send them back to Pearl's exalt rescue lair!

Aquila often dreams of reaching out and catching a cloud in their claws; of swimming through the air like moving water. Their mind is one of lightness and spun sugar, always whirling around as they soar through the air as lightly as a fae. They were born small - light by all guardian measures - but they love feeling as though they're a kite, scales twinkling by the light of stars.

The pull stronger than gravity that drives guardians to Journey is more akin to a quiet song in the back of Aquila's mind. It is always there, but they've grown to like its constant presence on their mind in some strange way. Perhaps it's how it represents them being as untethered as can be, free to soar. Maybe someday they will search, and maybe they will find, too, but as of right now? Aquila has no idea what their charge might be, and little interest in finding out, either.