Angel

Angel

Angel came across the abandoned looking lair as trickmurk began its thing. She was on the run, a rogue dragon who had insulted a force she had not even known existed. And so when she stumbled upon what she still believes to be an empty lair in the Sundial Terrace full of food and supplies, she decided to try to lay low, oblivious to the two hatchlings hiding out of sight as they debated what to do with their nervous looking visitor. Did they greet her? did they leave her alone and hope she left? They settled on the former, anxiously watching her from the shadows as the begining of a holliday the young dragons were entirely unaware of began.

As Angel scoped out the lair though, she felt watched. though the lair was dead quiet each day, the food had to have come from somewhere, and someone was probably eating it. But where were the mysterious residents? Unnerved, she settled on appeasing her anxiety by trying to forage and replace food, taking what she felt she needed when she needed and replacing what she could when she could. No point in making enemies when she'd finally found somewhere to lay low for a while should the lairs residents decide to show themselves. For that matter, she hoped maybe if they saw her hard at work in helping they would even let her stay.

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In her hard work, she stumbled upon an injured grouse basilisk, and with the lair being so awkwardly empty, Angel settled pn taking the creature home. It wasn't like she ate meat anyway, and she was starting to crave some kind of companionship. A familiar seemed like a fine idea. With the basilisk patched up, she left it swaddled tightly in the little corner of the lair she's made up for herself and headed back out to do more work. So far nothing had tried to remove her from the strangely quiet lair so she'd simply go about her new routine as per usual, and maybe one day she'd find out who else was here.