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Name: Ailani
Gender: Female
Age: 27

Looks: Ailani has bronze-tanned skin with sleek long black hair and grey eyes. She always looks a bit surly or disapproving, people have rarely seen her smile. Ailani hardly ever wears frilly or patterned clothes. She doesn't believe in embellishments, her clothes are purely functional. She does like colours that compliments her colouring so she wears a lot of blues, greys and browns. 
Personality: Ailani's name means "leader" and she feels the pressure of that wish her parents made. She feels she needs to be serious, efficient and poised all the time. Her scowl comes from trying to get people to see what would be the best course of action. Ailani never doubts her thoughts. The fact that others want to discuss gives her major headaches. 
Likes: animals, teaching and shade
Dislikes: headaches, trouble and stubborn people (yes kettle and pot...)
Pets: A soft chubby cat (Lima, f) from Gineya Isla 

The day was chilly and overcast, but little dragonets didn't mind the weather when they wanted to come out into the world. And thus it was that Sigrith announced the imminent hatching, Gedawik flying a short lap around the isle, bugling, for good measure. Candidates, spectators and the recordkeeper rushed out. As the humans of Lantessama reached the central hatching sands, they were greeted by half a dozen hatchlings that had broken shell and were stretching stiff limbs and itchy wings. The cluth's dam, beryl-amethyst Sigrith had taken up perch behind her hatchlings, blocking the wind with her extended wings and warmed by the hot sand the hatchlings seemed perfectly cosy as they started to make their way to the waiting candidates. 
One by one the hatchlings bonded, some were solid in colour like their father while others were twotoned like their mother. Four had bonded,
leaving two dragonets on the sands. It was the male golden citrine who took the spotlight, grabbing the attention of the spectators by uttering a cry of conquest as he jumped toward the Khylarian princess.
Ailani managed to remain standing as luckily the dragonet wasn't all that big. She did stumble and would she had been wearing the traditional dresses of her tribe she would have fallen. But as as it stood she was wearing pants and a sweater against the chill. 
"You'll be a handful won't you?" she asked the dragonet, "As if I don't have enough to worry about."
The dragonet gave her a playful flick with his tail and said: "I'll help you, just wait. Rustik will take on the world for you."

"It's time for a vacation!" Rustik insisted.
"Fine!" Ailani sighed, "You go and take a vacation."
The citrine dragon had proved to be a constant drain on her time as she'd expected. Sure he did a lot of work, but in return he insisted she take time off. Somehow that meant that the equation wasn't exactly as bright as he'd promised her at the start.
"You're coming with me. You're needed."
"Needed for what?"
Ailani cursed her own inability to say no to anything that required her presence. 
"To attend my mating flight. I hear it's quite exciting for the humans as well."
Ailani groaned, but if it was customary then she really couldn't get out of this.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a secret. But you'll love it, I promise!" Rustik sang.
Ailani wondered if she should hurt him now or later.


Lantessama Isle
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