Sisters of Starlight - A coven of witches who all share a deep love of the stars.

Name: Zena
Full Name: Zena Shadowend
Pronunciation: ZEE - nah SHA - doh - ehnd
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Birthday: May 23rd
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'9"
Build: Skinny
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Length and Style: To Chin and Curly
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a pale gray dress with darker gray trim with her black ceremonial robe thrown over it

Parents: Widowed Father
Siblings: 1 Younger Sister
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born into an unusual family since her witch mother was actually married to her father. However, her mother died giving birth to her younger sister. Still, her father chose to follow the traditions of their culture and continued to stay with her mother's coven. As she grew, it was her father that taught her about the stars, and she learned to love them from him. At fifteen, she was sent to find her own coven on her Search as all witches belonging to the official sisterhood are. She spent four years wandering from town to town before she found Ava, and the two decided to form their own coven together. Once they found their other three members, they were able to officially join the sisterhood of witches, but they have yet to find a permanent home, which has caused Zena much stress.

Abilities/Skills: Mind Magic, Foresight, Potion Making, Healing Magic, Astrology, Astronomy
Personality: She is the unofficial leader of the coven despite not being the oldest. She does her absolute best to look after the others in their group. She is strong-willed and stubborn. She tends to be bossy and protective.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):She'd led the group of five witches for a short time, but they had uphill work: finding a safe place to reside, to set down roots and begin founding their traditions and coven proper. They were tired, still young but definitely not as exuberant as they could be. They would pack up, set down, march around the landscape in endless search for just the right place. It was supposed to call to them, wasn't it? Their place? It had yet to do so, maybe they still needed to wander. To the hills, into the mountains, follow a river, stay clear of that marsh, was that a beach? They'd seen a lot, but nothing was right.

When they were somehow summoned into this place, the wide semi-natural pale rock cavern, they all knew it was magical. But it was more than that. Artistically placed glowing plants, some of them moving slightly and bobbing down into themselves like a snail's eye as they passed, but returning to cast a pale yellow-green light, other plants had speckles of purple, others still glowed softly blue or violet. It was very pretty, it was relaxing, at the same time slightly confusing.

Where exactly were they? It was supposed to be a party, and they'd arrived reasonably early it appeared. There were dragons, a pair of them walked side by side rumbling to one another as if it was nothing, heading into a much brighter corridor. Small dragonets scampered around, dapper little creatures, black and white and chrome with what looked like bow ties, all finding places for humans and dragons alike. There was the coat check, here was the money exchange if you needed one, oh yes there's a casino don't spend it all in one place! Her coven stood wide-eyed and a little bit open-mouthed as they entered the ballroom. The gods certainly had given them a gift, in passing along the invitation to the coven.

More dragons stood on a broad semi-circular stage, one was trilling high while another pounded his tail on the floor and shook the rafters. "I'm going to find us a table," Silvaria proclaimed, and the others followed her beckoning arm.

All but Zena. Something nagged at her, she'd seen something in the corner of her eye and indicated that she would catch up. Was it this casino? Or ... no, it was definitely not a casino. She'd smelled something too, a little sharp, but not entirely unpleasant. At the last left turn she took, a white door stood slightly open. Wooden door, simple but not plain, painted or perhaps just made of white material. Beyond it, a comfortable room. She couldn't see the ceiling, it was either smoky or misty or maybe there wasn't one. All three were true. A comfortable looking chair with foot rests built in, like a barber's chair, was the only furniture in there, and she decided why not - why not. Sitting in it she was suddenly aware that the room was very much alive with magic.

She felt but couldn't see what must have been hands, gentle but determined. Her cloak was moved, it would be too warm to keep wearing it all night anyway but she would have to retrieve it. Her left arm prepared, and ... she heard buzzing distantly, scraping of stone, and a distinct but incomprehensible chant. She was determined not to wince or whine, but there was a needle or a stick or perhaps a claw dipped in ink that was drawing itself over the ball of her shoulder. It hurt but not so much that she needed to cry out. She'd felt worse, by far, that one time she slid down an embankment into a cactus...

Soon enough it was over. Her arm ached a little, she had no idea how long she'd been there, it wasn't a very large tattoo but it was still half way down her upper arm at least. Zena looked it over before it was soothed with gel and gently covered with ... what was this thin clear material? It wasn't cloth... It was a white shape, with some amount of black decorating the sides - broad at the base with a slender mid part, rising to what appeared to be a ... a crown? With a perfectly white circle above it. A chess queen?

Suddenly quite hungry, Zena hung her cloak over her other arm, and went off to find her friends. They would probably ask about it, but she had no idea what to tell them - why would she have just run off and gotten a tattoo?

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Midnight was approaching, and the party was absolutely amazing. Her sisters had found dragons, or perhaps the dragons had found them. Something was nagging Zena though, where was hers? Well, maybe she'd failed to find them a home - but...

You have not failed to find me, a voice whispered. And I know where to look for your home. You will always be able to find it. It is right there.

Her arm stung, she remembered the pain of someone smacking her skin when she'd gotten sunburnt - it wasn't unlike that, but it was like something smacked her from the inside out.

It would be the brilliantly shining feather-winged dragon who stood, slightly wobbly, before her. While not fully grown, this dragon proudly stood on paw padded feet, adjusting her wings. Black tipped, black underneath, but everything else about her was just fantastically shiny white. "I can make my paradise in you, your magic sustained me there long enough to grow." Zena's eyes bugged a bit, and her friends followed suit. "Do you see how that stage exists but does not exist?" The dragon nosed toward that big performance area, and they'd all seen how behind the curtains there was... much more than the sea floor that you could actually say was 'there'. "Here but not here, a place without space."

"But it's your... I mean, this tattoo is ... you?"

"And you," the dragon said. "And it can be them too, they have strong enough magic to help sustain a place fit for a coven like that."

So... they had found dragons, and the dragon... had helped them find their new home?

Zen has voluntarily bonded with Fohl Turun!

Name: Fohl Turun (foal too roon, Turun namesake will inherit in offspring or be modified by partner's naming convention accordingly)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'7" s/l/ws
Build: slinky horse
Physical Features: Tattoo/Kijana mutt, four legs, two wings with feathers and membranes, head has small horns and external ears, pupiled eyes, lots of sparkly floof, paw pads and claw feet, long tail with feathers, orb with magic; requirement of being tattooed (or... temporary tattooed)
Colors: body shiny soft white, wing membranes pearlescent flat black, wing edge pearlescent eggshell, main wing feathers shiny eggshell, primary feathers shiny graphite; floof shiny mist, horns and claws light, orb high white, pawpads dark, violet eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 2, Agility 3, Health 4, Intelligence 6
Abilities: 6 construct (permanent Paradise, manifests so others may enter, magic supports this) divination; 5 paradise (tattoo-magic source), spell magic, light breath weapon; 3 telepathy, sense magic; 2 planar travel; 1 verbal speech
Parents: Sta Turun + Shiyo
Bond: Zena Shadowend, Voluntary bond

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Name: Avalon
Full Name: Avalon Bloodworth
Pronunciation: A - vuh - lon BLUHD - wurth
Nickname: Ava
Race: Human
Birthday: August 27th
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'2"
Build: Muscular
Skin Tone: Light
Eyes: Light Green
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Chin with Bangs
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with dark gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Widowed Father
Siblings: 1 Younger Brother
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was the first child born to her witch mother and her husband. Her mother died when she was young in an accident. Her father continued to raise her in her mother's coven, which made bonding with Zena so easy since they had similar childhoods. Her father taught her how to fight as he had previously served as a guard in the city they dwelled in. He didn't want her to go on her Search without the ability to protect herself without magic. At fifteen, she left home to begin her search for a coven. She came across Zena after a couple of years of wandering, and the two bonded quickly over their pasts. After deciding to start their own coven, they continued to travel together and are now searching for a home of their own.

Abilities/Skills: Fire Magic, Fighting with a Staff, Hand to Hand Combat
Personality: She is quick-tempered, but she is also quick to apologize for snapping. She is protective and fierce, and she hates being overlooked or underestimated due to her short stature. She enjoys a regular routine and trains everyday even as she travels. She knows little of astronomy or astrology but has come to love the stars through her travels.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):The coven was small but strong, and Avalon could tell it would only get stronger tonight. At 3 hours until the midnight bell, Avalon felt a strange tugging. She knew it was magic at work, of course, so she followed the pull. It turned out, there was a slender white-furred cheetah woman, one with a blinding magical aura, trying to get her attention. One or two others were following her, so Avalon knew this was something special. They were taken into one of the hatching chambers, sort of a switch from the others who had decided to walk straight across the big dance floor to show off!

But these dragons - oh they should have been shown off! And they would be, of course, but only after their special and private bonds were made. The mother of this clutch, a mottled marble white, gave a sing-song call, while her dark as night mate rumbled along, perhaps helping the hatchlings with their emergence and choice making. She'd read about how Pernese dragons liked to sing their eggs open, so... the female was Pernese? But their sire was definitely a scaled and armored sort. Avalon gazed at his wings - they were... moving, the star patterns on them were definitely shimmering and dancing on their own.

Mine will do that too, some day, a voice came into Avalon's mind. It startled her, tearing her eyes away from the sire of the clutch, onto... You see? I already know how to do it! The dragonet proclaimed very proudly. As he should! Because the brilliant white and black dragon's void-dark wings danced with far off specks of light: stars, real ones, Avalon was certain of it.

"Do... you want to stay with me?" Ava said, weaker than she expected. This was so surprising.

Of course I do, that is why I chose you! I think you will have good things to teach me, too.

Ava has voluntarily bonded with Tuxedo!

Name: Tuxedo (tux EE doh, as the word; with a Pyrrhan parent those in this clutch with 'starry' markings heavily follow their sire's naming convention, though they also carry -TH Pernese ended names for those without)
Gender: Male (+preference as desired)
Size: 5'4" s/l/ws (among the smallest of the clutch - but notably, only the King is smaller...)
Build: Burly and muscular
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: Body soft white with dark grey face, belly, under tail; armor dark grey; wingsails high-black with grey star patterns; spikes and claws black, horns white; dark blue eyes
Stats: Strength 6, Speed 2, Endurance 6, Agility 1, Health 4, Intelligence 5
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, unassisted firebreath; 4 local teleport, stealth; 3 telepathy, lifespan; 2 nexus teleport
Parents: Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Avalon Bloodworth, Voluntary Bond

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Name: Silvaria
Full Name: Silvaria Whisper
Pronunciation: sihl - VAH - ree - ah WIHS - pur
Nickname: Silvie
Race: Human
Birthday: August 16th
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'11"
Build: Thin
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Light Gray
Hair Color: Light Brown
Hair Length and Style: To Low Back, Usually Braided
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with black trim and her black ceremonial robe worn over it

Parents: Single Mother and Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born to a long and well-known line of witches. In the usual fashion, her mother used potions to assure she became pregnant from her one night stand with her father. She was raised by her mother and her mother's coven sisters. Her mother taught her astrology, astronomy, potion making, and other useful skills from a young age. She left home at fifteen to go on her Search. She met Lux while on her travels, and the two became friends, being from two well-known families. They later met Zena and Ava and joined them. She is now trying to find a permanent home with her bonded sisters.

Abilities/Skills: Air Magic, Cooking, Mending, Potion Making, Astrology, Astronomy
Personality: Being from a famous witch line, she often feels pressured to perform at a high level and that she falls short of the mark. She is very sweet and enjoys caring for the other members of the coven, taking on the more mundane duties of their group. She tends to be quiet and often serves as a peacemaker among the others.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):It was getting quite late, the clock on the wall over the stage ticked nearly to midnight when it looked like yet another batch of dragons were finally on their way out of their special little nook. Others had already found their dragons, it would kind of figure that she of all of them had to wait. Or maybe just - not.

"Don't be like that," a smooth voice said nearby, "we were late, almost too late to the party."

The silver color of that dragon was blinding, so metallic, so pretty!

"I will choose you, there are many who might want to be seen with me, but I want to be seen with you, Silvaria. I am Xenuca, I am yours. The light of the moon will power us."

So far under the sea, moonlight was difficult to come by - maybe that was why the Moonshield group was a little late?

"There are many moons," the dragon seemed to grin, pressing up against her side and nibbling at the cheese cracker in Silvaria's hand - not really finding it to her liking. They met up with the others before the last bell, before the celebration culminated. It was odd, Zena hadn't looked like she had found a dragon either until just that moment?

Silvie voluntarily bonded with Xenuca Moonshield!

Name: Xenuca Moonshield (zee NEW kah, Moonshield is the name that Rakki and Sasazik have chosen for their offspring, and will carry in any pair that has naming conventions)
Gender: Female (+preference as desired)
Size: 8' s/l/ws
Build: long with big wings
Physical Features: Drakkari / Dragonstake mutt, high bodied and long legs, four legs and two wings, with claws on legs only; conical face with small horn on nose, and fanned head fins, otherwise smooth until the tip of very long narrow tail in a small spade; hide that is very shiny, pupiled eyes
Colors: body metallic burnished silver, wings solid cloudy grey, fins pearlescent burnished silver; yellow eyes, light claws
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 3, Endurance 5, Agility 4, Health 2, Intelligence 4
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, empathic, moonmagic (night and reflective magic); 5 local teleport, unassisted firebreath; 4 nexus teleport; 2 freeze breath, telepathy; 1 moonlink teleport (to anywhere the moon shines), share magic
Parents: Rakki + Sasazik
Bond: Silvaria Whisper, Voluntary Bond

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Name: Indigo
Full Name: Indigo Lovelace
Pronunciation: IHN - dih - goh LUHV - lays
Nickname: Indie
Race: Human
Birthday: March 7th
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: None
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'1"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Olive
Eyes: Green
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length and Style: To Shoulders, Usually Pulled Back
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a black dress with pale gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Deceased Mother and Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was born as the first and only child of a traditional witch. Her mother passed away while she was still young, and her grandmother took her in to raise her instead of leaving her in the hands of her mother's coven. Her grandmother was also very traditional and strict. She made sure that Indigo had all the survival skills that she would need to travel across the continent on her Search. It turned out to be slightly unnecessary as Indigo met the rest of her coven only two days into her search and has been bonded to them for the last four years.

Abilities/Skills: Water Magic, Archery, Hunting, Fishing, Tracking, Astronomy
Personality: She is very practical and no nonsense. She provides nearly all the food for their small group and takes pride in her skills. She can butt heads with the others, especially Ava, when the two do not see eye to eye. Due to her upbringing, she is a very traditional witch and follows all the usual customs.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):These were huge dragons, Indigo breathed in slowly, glancing at the clock: two hours until midnight. The dragonets glanced around, as they walked out of one of the bigger archways sequestering the hatchling dragons from full view. Their parents both were quite large, even the small mother. They were spiky and sharp, but both of them also friendly and reasonably gregarious.

There were other spiky dragons present, but... They definitely were neither friendly nor approachable, not by people anyway.

The little hatchlings - if you could call these long tailed creatures 'little' - wove their way around the venue like silk ribbons. It looked like some of them were trying to be more serious and important than others, a couple just obviously enjoying themselves among a crowd of people. Indigo watched each one with interest: their claws could actually do damage to the marble floor, what might they be good for outside? Clawing easily through rock or wood, certainly!

A grey wing moved in front of Indigo, but she could have sworn that she saw the night sky shimmering, as though nearly dawn, or just after sunset. She recognized those star patterns, somehow.

Are they good? I think they're good, the mind was chill but smooth, like ice under the moon. He altered his pose, the dragon moved his other wing to show Indigo, do you think it's weird that they're dark on top and light underneath? The stars are the same, though... Your stars! We can hunt under them, when you show me the real thing.

Stunned for a moment, Indigo nodded, "I agree, and yes, they... they are the same, I can remember their names and the patterns they make. How did..."

The dragonet merely gave a twisting posture, one which Indigo would learn how to interpret at a distance. Baqli'nye introduced himself to the others, at the end of the evening.

Indie bonded with Baqli'nye!

Name: Baqli'nye (BACK lee NYE, father's naming convention indicates location or clan, in this case 'nye for New Year's Eve/nt; further generations should follow local tradition or family name for this addition; note also that ^markings indicate strength of magic or inherent abilities, following father's line, not all in this clutch are strong enough in those powers to show)
Gender: male
Size: 20'10 s/l/ws (yes, that's ... quite big)
Build: strong, long
Physical Features: Pyrrhan/Myrsilk, remarkably long, four legs, two wings with very large ice-cutting claws on all; long head with external ears, sharp back-pointing horns, cheek horns, and paired curved neck spines, end of long skinny tail also has sharp spines; pupiled eyes; scaled hide (found in only some of this clutch), armor, will breed similarly to other types accordingly
Colors: body grades graphite at head and wing fingers and tail tip (that's a long tail) into bright shiny silver on back end and hind legs, and most of tail, also has medium grey sock markings on legs; wings grade from high black to high white reversed on backs, with mist white star patterns on both sides that move and seem to be 'real' stars; horns and claws shiny grey; bright orange eyes
Stats: Strength 3, Speed 5, Endurance 3, Agility 3, Health 5, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 ice manipulation, nexus teleport; 5 telepathy; 4 prophesy (long term), ice breath, Void magic^, prediction (local); 3 verbal speech, body language, speed; 2 local teleport, divinationv^, summoning^; 1 void portal
Parents: Smirch + Nekeel
Bond: Indigo Lovelace

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Name: Lux
Full Name: Lux Willow
Pronunciation: LUHKS WIHL - loh
Nickname: None
Race: Human
Birthday: October 25th
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Class: Witch
Deity: Rialdir, God of Change
Pets: Barn Owl, Ophelia
Current Residence: wilds of Ershan, realm of mortals

Height: 5'7"
Build: Curvy
Skin Tone: Pale
Eyes: Blue Green
Hair Color: Auburn Red
Hair Length and Style: To Waist and Full
Clothing Style: Plain dresses in neutral colors; for the ball, a white dress with pale gray trim and her black ceremonial robe over the top

Parents: Single Mother, Unknown Father
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: She was raised in a tradional witch coven and hails from a well-known line of witches. She exhibited the unusual ability to talk to animals when she was still a very young child, and her mother encouraged her to develop her talent. She left home at fifteen and met Silvie a year into her Search. The two later met Zena and Ava and joined their growing coven. She still communicates with her mother regularly even as they travel across the continent looking for a home.

Abilities/Skills: Earth Magic, Can Communicate with Animals, Protective Magic, Astrology
Personality: She is very sensitive and empathetic. She can often clash with Indie over her hunting and prefers to eat fish. She is in charge of all of the protective barriers that go up around their camps as well as providing any plants needed for cooking or potions. She gathers information for the group, usually through Ophelia. Like Silvie, she is usually quiet and prefers to listen rather than talk.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard):The middle of the evening, the height of the party, three hours to midnight - it was so busy and packed with fun, at least for most. Lux was a bit intimidated, perhaps the press of the dancers, or the drunken euphoria of the party itself led her mind to be a little overwhelmed. Her owl was somewhere nearby, but likely was hanging out with other familiars or pets up in the rafters. It was too bright and too busy for her, probably. There were mental pings of all types around her though, both in and out of the venue itself. Beyond those big (hopefully thick, definitely magical) windows it was deep sea whales and dragons, inside there were already draconic minds demanding attention.

From two sides, Lux realized there were very demanding hungry dragons heading her way. And one of them was barely half the size of Ophelia her owl! As a hatchling this seemed pretty dangerous, but the checkerboard-winged knockoff still made their way right toward Lux, confidently sidestepping dancers, drunks, and even other bigger dragons.

They will be quite speedy, bespoke a mind that was strong and sure, I bet they will give that bird a challenge.

An incredibly dark and shiny dragoness met nose to nose with that brightly white one, and put her wing over the smaller one to protect it.

Lux still felt the intense hunger coming off both of them, and realized... "Wait, ... wait, both of you want to come with me?" She asked, baffled. She didn't realize this could happen.

"Of course, I am Rhoiboth, you are both mine," the obsidian gem dragon said, with a little difficulty. Learning how to speak fresh out of the shell was really amazing too! Lux knelt and picked up the tiny white pawn, who gave off a trilling yawn, and the larger dragoness helped herself to Lux's other shoulder. Neither of them would be big, maybe not even big enough to ride, but that seemed to be fine - as, eventually, it looked as though Indigo had found herself one that would get very large!

Size isn't everything, the little white calling itself Dyalkeba sighed. Lux hugged them both, and even offered Ophelia some of that fresh-cut meat they got to eat.

Lux Impressed Rhoiboth and Dyalkeba!

Name: Rhoiboth (ROY buth, -TH ending due to full Pernese descent, will pass to offspring if any provided they are similar)
Gender: Female
Size: 4'11" s/l/ws
Build: strong slinky
Physical Features: Pernese with embellishments, four legs and two wings all with short sharp claws; long muscular tail with spade; dished head with knobs having short horns, faceted eyes, and a tall segmented crest
Colors: body Gem-toned shiny obsidian that picks up spots of light easily; wingsails solid gem shine obsidian; crest and tail spade gem high black; orange faceted eyes
Stats: Strength 5, Speed 3, Endurance 6, Agility 3, Health 3, Intelligence 2
Abilities: 6 verbal speech, nexus teleport; 4 local and time teleport, flitter control, telekinesis; 2 telepathy; 1 unassisted firebreath, emotion control
Parents: Laeurath + Juth
Bond: Lux Willow, Impressed

Name: Dyalkeba (dee YALL kay bah, though directly related with splicing to Keeath'Alkar they need neither the -TH ending to their name, nor 'Alkar, unless promoted from knockoff to Pawn)
Gender: Female
Size: 2'10" s/l/ws
Build: tiny catflit
Physical Features: Pernese mutt with highly cat-like qualities, including four legs and 2 wings all with sharp large claws, wing wrist has two claws; split-ended tail; head has external ears, and long back-pointing horns; offspring are split with either faceted or pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 1, brilliantly white mottled body, striking checkerboard transparent wingsails, black-tipped white horns and claws, dark blue faceted eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 2 except speed which is 7. Yes, 7, out of a 1-6 scale
Abilities: cannot use the magic of their clutch mates, but they are able to burst speed (5) and produce fire easily (3), and use one form of teleport at a 3 power level
Parents: Donor clutch Kelirith + Baniar'Alkar
Bond: Lux Willow, Impressed, Multibond