Tephra is wild and wonderful and everything that Saint has ever dreamed of. The way her heart thrums with the growing of the plants is all that truly matters to her—the magic Beqanna gifted her runs so strongly in her veins that it puts her on edge. As a child, she tossed and turned in her sleep, fantasizing about tearing down all of her kingdom’s enemies. She is a violent creature but only in the quietest of ways: she’ll tear her enemy down before they even know she is there, then run home to eat dinner with Mom.
Some might call her a monster, but Saint fancies herself a well-adjusted predator.
Popinjay crosses into Tephra without a thought for borders, that much the dragonness can tell. She watches as her newest ability phases in and out: infrared vision that tells her where the yearling is even as she passes out of sight. Saint smirks, shifting her hooves into the strange scaled feet of a dragon and stalking quietly after Poppy.
Admittedly, the Tephran princess is startled when the intruder begins yelling. She comes to a sudden halt, talons shifting back into hooves as she straightens her head to its full height. Her infrared vision picks up the vague shape of Popinjay, and she finds herself irritated when she cannot swap to her normal sight.
So, she steps from behind the lush bushes she is hiding behind and peers at the girl with harsh curiosity. Poppy is but a blur of orange and red. Saint sighs then asks, “They’re able to mimic sound. Are they not in other places? These birds are everywhere in Tephra.” The dragonness squints desperately, attempting to pick out what she can through her impossible vision.
@[Popinjay] B)
Some might call her a monster, but Saint fancies herself a well-adjusted predator.
Popinjay crosses into Tephra without a thought for borders, that much the dragonness can tell. She watches as her newest ability phases in and out: infrared vision that tells her where the yearling is even as she passes out of sight. Saint smirks, shifting her hooves into the strange scaled feet of a dragon and stalking quietly after Poppy.
Admittedly, the Tephran princess is startled when the intruder begins yelling. She comes to a sudden halt, talons shifting back into hooves as she straightens her head to its full height. Her infrared vision picks up the vague shape of Popinjay, and she finds herself irritated when she cannot swap to her normal sight.
So, she steps from behind the lush bushes she is hiding behind and peers at the girl with harsh curiosity. Poppy is but a blur of orange and red. Saint sighs then asks, “They’re able to mimic sound. Are they not in other places? These birds are everywhere in Tephra.” The dragonness squints desperately, attempting to pick out what she can through her impossible vision.
@[Popinjay] B)
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leliana's and vulgaris' daughter of tephra