Name: Ayla
Full Name: Ayla Lenville
Pronunciation: AI - luh LEHN - vil
Nickname: None
Race: Fairy of the Autumn Court
Birthday: January 25th
Age: 251
Gender: Female
Class: Noble
Deity: Viana, Goddess of Seasons
Pets: None
Current Residence: Royal Palace of the Autumn Court

Height: 5'11"
Build: Average with Minimal Curves
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Eyes: Gold
Hair Color: Rich Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Mid Back and Curly
Clothing Style: She usually wears simple tunics and leggings when she can get away with it. Otherwise, it is simple dresses; for the ball, she'll be in a full white ballgown with silver embellishments.

Parents: Human Mother, Fairy Father
Siblings: Three Older Half-Brothers
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born as the fourth and illegitimate child of the second prince of the Autumn Court. When her magic began to manifest itself, the king demanded that his son bring her to their realm, but her father ultimately has little to do with her. She was raised mostly by servants and is treated as an outcast among the social elite of the court for her mortal blood. Viana has chosen her to attend the ball in the hopes that she will find acceptance among other dimensional travelers.

Abilities/Skills: Weak Seasonal Magic (Autumn), Horseback Riding, Archery
Personality: She despises finery and anything to do with the upper classes of the autumn court as it reminds her of her father, whom she hates. She avoids social gatherings whenever possible as she neither fits into the upper class nor the lower one. She is rather bitter regarding her heritage and often wishes to return to the mortal realm in order to locate her mother whom she barely remembers.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: Her maid and only friend Shanyrria, who is 180 years old and 5'11" with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She feels responsible for her mistress despite being much younger and wished to accompany her.

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): There were whispers and then mutters and then cheers and shouts, when the first of the groups of dragons emerged from their private lodges. It was four hours until midnight according to the big black clock above the dance floor, and it made sense that some of the earliest participants in the event would have their hatchings first. The dragons that came from that archway (which was white at the top, black at the bottom, and mixed along the edges in a sparkling dot pattern) resembled the arch in significant ways! The parents were lovely, and Shanyrria pulled her mistress' sleeve. "They're so festive, don't you think?"

It was all that Ayla could do to remain civil, but... but then she did turn to look at the dance floor. So many people still on it, dancing in the corners and edges, but through the middle walked a bunch of wide-winged (and slightly sleepy looking) dragons. They hardly came to a human knee, but then again the parents of the clutch hardly stood higher than a human head. And they were lovely, weren't they?

Ayla put another cheese popper into her mouth, it was odd that she was so hungry, she'd been munching here and there while dodging attempts to get her on that very same dance floor. Everyone was so dressed up and fancy and... ugh, it just made her edged and angry. How could she have let anyone convince her - even a goddess - to come here?

What about me? Can... can I convince you? Aren't I worth it?

She looked up sharply, glancing around, looking for the source of the voice. It wasn't a goddess, it wasn't Shanyrria's voice, certainly. Until her eye was drawn downward. The voices around them were turning hushed, as if everyone was holding their breath. Why? It was because a small dragonet had walked toward their small table. Shanyrria breathed, whispering, "it looks like your dress, it matches you," but said nothing more that Ayla could hear. The noises in the background all faded into a muddled blur as the green sparkling eyes met hers.

Everyone will want to see you, and respect you, I promise. The dragon bespoke carefully. She was... lovely? Though small and somewhat unsure of her step, she announced, I am Tjuetoth, it's time for you to become new, like the night into day.

"Well that was surprisingly deep," Ayla chuckled. How would she adjust to this new role? What would it really be? Who knew, but she now had a dragon to show for it.

Ayla Impressed Tjuetoth!

Name: Tjuetoth (CHEW toth, traditional Pernese -TH ended name will carry in offspring or be modified by other types; Norwegian for new year)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'4" s/l/ws
Build: high butt, long wings
Physical Features: Pernese, four legs and two wings all with short claws, long neck with boxy head, prominent fangs, high crest, faceted eyes; slender tail with spade tip
Colors: Body mainly mist point marked with light grey; wingsails lightning marked dark grey with silver; crest and tail spade solid black; claws dark; green faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 4, Speed 5, Endurance 2, Agility 2, Health 6, Intelligence 3
Abilities: 6 nexus teleport; 5 nonhuman bonding 3 local teleport; 2 telepathy; 1 multibond preference, assisted firebreath
Parents: Ancheoth + Tehndarinth
Bond: Ayla Lenville, Impressed