Harila

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STATS
Name: Harila
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Description: Harila is a woman with curves. She is heavyset and tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes. She has almond-shaped eyes, a long, narrow nose and a large mouth. Though her main art is playing music, she can hold her own as a singer. Harila dresses for flair, usually in bright colours and the unpractical white that make her stand out.
Personality: Whimsical and funny, Harila enjoys music with a lot of frills and embellishments. This love of extra translates to her choice of dress and her way with words. Harila likes to talk and she is not shy. She is easy enough to persuade when the reward (or prestige) is right and won't give patrons a hard time when they request a composition.
Abilities:
     * Composing songs
     * Playing music (especially stringed instruments)

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TEXT
Harila ran her fingers across the strings of her small lyre. Dressed as befitted one of the many musicians attracted to entertain Traakan Dragonry, she looked splendid. All sparkling white and bright blue, studded with gems and with many tassles, she'd joked that she was at real risk of losing her marbles. And the events at the dragonry had proved to be maddening. Harila had needed to rush more than once a day to reach her designated podia at the right time. She'd played at dinners but also in squares and today she had been asked to play at a hatching.
And she wasn't the only one. Several other musicians were present, each claiming a corner and respectfully agreeing to use the same key so as not to startle the audience with dissonant sounds. At the same time actors, poets, writers, singers, painters, mimes, acrobats and just about every street performer imaginable was also present. More than was warranted to entertain.
But then it soon became clear that they would not just be entertaining humans. The hatchlings born clearly appreciated the artists and more than one needed to stop performing as a hatchling bonded them.
Harila knew at once when it happened to her. There was a presence, a feeling, something akin to joy, excitement but also bearing a heavy weight. When she looked up, she stared into the deep blue eyes of a turquoise and blue dragoness. Her bright white face with it's red markings contrasted heavily and gave her a peculiar perceptive appearance.
"Go on, play!" the hatchling urged.
"Wouldn't you like to eat first?" Harila asked.
The dragoness, Aomi, seemed to be at war with ehrself until her belly let out a loud rumble and she had to agree to go eat. Afterwards, Aomi was unsurprisingly tired and she fell asleep listening to Harila's lullaby.

STATS
Name: Aomi
Gender: Female
Species: Fantail Dragon
Description:
    Colour: Turquoise and Blue
    Pattern: Tatewaku
    Size: 5-7ft at the shoulder
Origin: Traakan Dragonry
Personality: Headstrong, Meddlesome and Empathic
Abilities:
     *Telepathy
     *Verbal Speech
     *Winged Flight
     *Teleportation
     *Shapeshifting (humanoid) (only some lineages have this ability)

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FLIGHT
Lashing her tail as a drumstick, Aomi alleviated her irritation.
"What's wrong?" Harila asked.
She was writing a new piece of music but the thoughts of her bond filtering in made the soothing piece turn frantic at every other bar.
"They're going about this all wrong!" Aomi exclaimed.
Harila sighed. Aomi had been lost in a piece of popular writing that told the love story of two humans from feuding families.
"The writer is making them act that way to vex the readers. Don't let it get to you." Harila urged.
"Why all this talking? All you need is to make certain your mate is strong. A good mating flight tells you all you need."
"So you would propose the writer to have the boys hold a race?"
"Well yeah. Or a set of challenges! I always like those stories!"
Harila laughed: "So what would your suitors need to do?"
"I'd have to think about that...."

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Lantessama Isle