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Quintillion: Here's the first part of your commission! Working on the lair review next. :)
Juice knows little beyond the world of pressed citrus and ideal loading order for blending greens. Memory proves to be a difficult concept for her, with faces, dates and simple facts similarly slipping her mind like fine sand from a sieve, or a corer through an apple - pulp in a strainer, apple juice being mixed into yogurt until neither remains, waterlogged lemon seeds dissolving into plain water with time...no, Juice has little bandwidth for the world outside her shop. A few repeat customers, usually the newer ones, take some offense to this, but if you’re willing to trade the usual paltry small-talk you’d get with another local business owner for an expertly blended drink, Juice’s shop is the place to be. In and out is the basis of her business, a blessing for the introvert and time-pressed dragon alike. This hasn’t had an ideal effect on her personal affairs, and most nights when the shop has closed for the day, she finds herself heading upstairs to where her small apartment is attached - only to be greeted by a wall of books she keeps forgetting to read, a rotting smell probably from something she meant to cook a week ago, and overwhelming silence. Juice doesn’t consider herself unsociable, but she isn’t really blessed with the graces of hobnobbing, either. And so she sits and waits for something to happen day after day, but nothing - and no one - comes to save her from the stillness.
Drinks are not a still thing. It can breathe between blades’ edges, it mixes and smooths with like substances, it transforms under the proper conditions. Juice wishes for that fluidity, and for the ability to pursue it to begin with - but oranges need to be squeezed, customers need to be pleased, and life is just too hard for one mind to grapple with outside of a handpeeler and cash register.
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Andraya: I can do all three, if you'd like. ;) But I'll start with Starfire, since she's easily my favorite of the three!
Given to shouldering the weight of her clans' concerns as their scryer, it has been through great difficult that Starfire has learned to put herself first. Her services have been unavailable to her peers for quite some time now, as has the skydancer herself - some have even presumed that she's picked up and left them. Starfire in fact still remains in her home and shop, which are one and the same, waiting for some form of stillness and peace to return to her - the kind that defined her work from its outset. All she had ever wanted to do was help dragons, but perhaps looking into their futures does the exact opposite. She is looking for a new definition of herself, and is determined to find it before letting another customer step foot into her business.
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Tidalgaze: Sure thing!
Spooksketch may be a pseudonym, but the dragon assuming it lives it to the fullest extent. His work originating in children's horror novels, with drawn accompaniments by the dragon himself, Spooksketch now seeks to unsettle dragons of every age. He reckons that nobody is too young or old to be faced with their own mortality. Mothers who have to nurse the after-affects of his work would disagree. Most recently, his work has been accepted into mainstream publishing, and now his images are working their way into well-read clans across Sornieth, starting what looks like the beginning of a lucrative career.
tundra monolair (except when i'm not)
