Qahira

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STATS
Name: Qahira
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Class: Druid

Description: Qahira has chocolate-coloured skin and dark brown, long hair that she often braids to keep out of the way. She has a narrow nose and rounded ears. Her eyesshare the same dark brown colouring of the rest of her body and appear gentle and innocent. Qahira has a sturdy build, with strong arms and legs, hidden beneath voluminous clothing.
Personality: Qahira knows how to fix her own problems. She is self-sufficient and practical as well as proud. She comes from a long line of druids and has rolled into the craft from a young age. There is little nature can hide from her but Qahira knows better than to interfere without good reason. One must always be careful not to anger the Mother of All.  
Skills:
     * Treewhisperer & Forest Management
     * Herb Healing (and Cooking)
     * Diviniation using natural elements
     * Runic Warding
Enjoys: Some good Mead.
Dislikes: Being vulnerable 

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BONDING
Qahira sipped her mead. She'd probably inbibed too much as her mind was hazy and she felt so pleasantly relaxed that not even a ferocious predator could get a rise out of her. But there was little chance of a predator happening on her in her home. So she wasn't concerned. She might regret the headache int he morning - or was that afternoon?
The sturdy druid filled her cup once more and chanted. Suddenly she wanted to dance under the fading stars as she watched the sun rise. Having already forgotten her previous musings about predators, she carelessly headed out. Singing, dancing, swaying to the magic of Nature. Spring mornings were always so powerful.
A loud rustling sounded nearby. Dazed, Qahira turned to look to see what was coming. She only blinked as a bright yellow head popped out of the bushes, followed by silver horns and a vibrantly green set of wings and belly plating. Not one but three tails lashed through the bushes, sending out warning sounds to the surroundings.
"Who are you?" Qahira said, liquid courage running through her veins.
"Mezcala." a pleasant voice responded in her mind.
"Are you after my mead?" Qahira slurred suspiciously.
 "I'm more of a tequila girl myself." the dragoness replied, "Or maybe some absynthe when the mood strikes."
"Then we'll have no problems becoming friends!" the druid grinned, "I think I might even have some."

 
Mezcala bonded at the Abstract Destiny Rainbow Glitz Gather 2024

STATS
Name: Mezcala
Gender: Female
Species: (Unalive) Dragon Mutt
Parents: Iridescent Ghost Icuus x Undead Beer Opal Pinth
Origin: Derivative Works
Colour: Tequila-Absinthe Sour
Size: Medium, 10-14 feet at the shoulder
Personality: Charming, Trippy and Surprising Insightful. This Green Fairy may look al fun and (bright) games but she can get dead-serious in a split second. There's a reason her wingsails are tattered and it's not because she lost or backed out!
Abilities: 
  * Telepathy
  * Teleportation
  * Charm
  * Clarity of Thought
  * Fire Magic
  * Breath Weapon (Fire)

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Lantessama Isle
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