Image Credits Meiker / Elequinoa Power Princess

Name: Moss

Gender/Pref: Female, straight

Age: 14

Hair: very dark red, coppery; straight but full and a bit shaggy, kept to high back

Eyes: very dark green, large and hooded

Appearance: light skinned with a bit of a coppery tone

Family: Mother Scotia, father Elmon

Aspirant At: Chindor

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Scotia and Elmon had made quite the pair for a long while, once the girl's Drak decided to start looking for a partner herself... The medic and the scout, both Ninjas in their own right, serving disparate needs in their community, but joined in duties with their Draks! Scotia would sometimes deliver a 'patient' to the infirmary, that is to say, she'd captured some wandering invader or thief and once they'd been subdued it often meant they needed a touch of patching up. Elmon and she married after a number of years of shy flirting and on-and-off romance.

Moss is the eldest of three children, their parents now in their late 30s and 'done' with raising kids for the time being. Moss spent equal amounts of time in the infirmary as outside, learning how to track and hunt as well as bind injuries or spot diseases. She'd managed to combine these skills into an outdoorsy 'field medic' practice, and even that strange tall rider Istvan was impressed with it.

And it was that same man, who had Judged her parents in their own times, that sought Moss out - along with the other two in her family, but mostly her since she was old enough to become an Aspirant - and Judged her too.

Moss was a quiet girl but with a streak of independence to her that spoke volumes at least to Istvan. She knew how to start her own projects, but also responded well to requests or instruction, though woe to anyone that got in her way once she started something on her own! If she had a question about something - anything - she'd ask it, and didn't much care for answers that didn't get to their point quickly enough.

"I have heard of this place," Moss said, as she packed up her gear - mostly personal belongings like clothing, but also some amount of her particular medical collection. "Will we need to bring anything unusual?"

"It's rainier than here by a bit," Istvan decided to say, "but I don't think you'll need more than your hiking gear."

Moss nodded, and cinched down the pack. While Istvan would be riding his lovely Cephari, there were other Draks that carried Aspirants so that the little Rain didn't have to do all the work. The Drak...? That came out to help was a massive, furry, 'fire' - completely different from any Drak that Moss had heard of!

** note some names and locations will change when she is properly paired again

But there was more to worry about than where such a Drak had hatched or what features it varied, there was room enough on her back for Moss, her goods and gear, and Istvan, and Cephari...

They flew into the skies, again completely different gaits between the pair of Draks that Moss made note of, and portaled over an area that was very different indeed from their scrub and rolling grassland! It was foggy and slightly chill, surrounded by ocean, which was certainly the scariest part to Moss. She was used to the open landscape, and light forest with a lake here and there. There were definitely waterways around Dun Keiba of course, but this was something else. She wondered if her ability to swim would be called into question, if they flew and fell into that ocean? Something in the back of her mind told her that Istvan was also a bit shaken by the location but it was still beautiful.

But perhaps... Maybe Moss would learn how to do it here. Not that she would be remaining longer than to pair and care for a young Drak - she would be returning home sooner than typical, largely due to the political climate at home needing her attention and not the rugged terrain at the Chindor area.

Things were certainly different here, too... She kept silent mostly, but put effort into asking where the infirmary was, and whether they needed any assistance. And to her credit, she knew tricks that helped out when a local child speared themselves with a broken stick playing Knights and Mobs!

"It's so late," Moss muttered as the Aspirants were gathered to the Deep Cavern. "Who even is up at this time..."

Apparently, the draks in charge of their hatchlings! The lovely Xilmae knew best, preferring a more sedate approach. It wasn't 'seeing the aspirants at their worst', because her children knew who they would want just by that gentle mind-brush each one gave to those around.

The rest of the cavern was basically empty, though people had begun carrying in late-night snacks and beverages since the Aspirants wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon.

The draklings were quite young, but moved with enough grace and youthful energy that they explored these interesting surroundings for the first time. Then, began encountering the people and other draks that had come. They were introduced, Blumsae, Phisae, Kiraeis. While the plant and forest draklings tussled a little together, the mud, the only male, approached Moss after looking at his options.

"I'll come with you to Dun Keiba. But only if we train hard." He spoke, clearly and confident.

"That's a given, Kiraeis." She nodded back to the small drak, happier than she could ever imagine herself being!

The Forest found her partner, and then... oddly, the Plant that was darkly green chose to walk right up to Izzy and Cephari? Moss held Kiraeis in a snuggle, as they decided to take her off on an adventure at Dun Keiba too.

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Their training with Hawrd and his 'Drizzle' colored Orphaz was well suited to Moss and Kiraeis. Moss and the local Knight seemed to get along pretty well given how reclusive he was, and it was entirely possible that she taught him some interesting medical tricks while they were on scouting duty. The young mud drak learned to sniff and test the air, waiting for interesting or specific scents to drift through. Moss learned how to watch the fog - how it roiled if a bird flew over, or drifted downwards as an animal bolted past. She showed him how to select smooth and clean leaves for temporarily binding wounds, using strips of fiberous bark from nearby trees to tie it when nothing else was around.

Their flight practice was possibly more exciting than it might have been at Dun Keiba - that place was more known for its brightly sunny skies and vast grassy hills. Not thick fog and almost eternal rain! Kiraeis wouldn't let his rider slip off, even when they were drenched. But he definitely had his opinions on staying aloft while the rain was pelting his wings!

Eventually they and Phisae were strong and old enough to learn how to create portals - lead by the examples of Cephari and others, they said their good-byes to the local Chindor folk, and moved across the world back to this place so different than their birth!

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