Art Credits: Wayward Martian

Name: Violet Glacier

Gender: Male, he/him

Age: 18

Species: Tahrim, similar to feline Wyldkin

Racial Oddities: coloration for normal Wyldkin doesn't go this way, but he's not really one of them is he!

Family: Unknown, not on planet

Origin/Current Location: Kynn / currently Never Ending Grotto

Height: 5'11"

Weight: muscular but long rather than bulky

Hair: violet, thick, kept in braid or tail to lower back

Eyes: bright, light blue-green, highly reflective

Appearance: black-violet fur with small white spots as shown; long and a bit broken tail; almost always smiling and friendly, even with the fangs showing no one really feels terribly threatened by him; prefers simple natural leather clothing

History: General education until his early teens.  Went traveling with a small group of friends to gain some worldly experience, and accidentally ended up on Kyanos' sands.  Whoops.

We have lots of colors, and so do you.  I like your spots.   A bulky little brown declared to a Tahrim fellow with, indeed, his own brightly colored markings.

“Why thank you, Tazdiath.”  Violet Glacier smiled.

***

"I don't really understand, what is the problem?"

"When you say that your dragon, who is by all rights, an amazing and beautiful one indeed," the Necromancer man named 'Sheer' glanced faintly with just his weirdly black and green eyes toward that dragon, "is 'fey touched'. What do you believe that means?"

Violet Glacier blinked a couple times. "Well that's why he has rainbows on him," the Tahrim shrugged. "I don't know, I wasn't born there, I have no idea wh--"

"Fey here, on this world where you've decided to settle," the tall greygreen man snarled a little, "means tainted. The Fey of this realm are not friendly, they cause trouble, wars have been fought against them. Do you understand that?"

There was a bit of a pause. "Well I do now," he admitted. "But look it's not like he is fey? He's a dragon, like those," the furry man indicated the couple of them that were spinning in circles around one another - play fighting or maybe just trying to make themselves dizzy. "He's no more chaotic than I am."

Those eerie eyes went lidded, and Violet held his hands up in defense. "I know, I - I know, you don't know me either! No one does! Sometimes not even me!" That was meant to get a laugh, but failed most spectacularly. It was only when the captain of their ship, Colart wasn't it? Came by and placed a firm hand on the tall, slender Necromancer's shoulder.

"He'll be fine, but keep looking out. Given those others wandering around on the Scattered Drops," he shrugged. His shoulders were twice as wide as the Necromancer's and definitely at least that much bigger than Violet's... When the Necromancer gave a head-tilted bow, he glanced back at Violet and then the dragon, no words spoken, and turned to other things.

Violet wasn't all that more relaxed, because obviously a guy like this Colart man held a lot of sway here. "I understand it's just a term, but it is a term that makes some... uneasy. With good reason, as he mentioned." Colart said, carefully. "You're not part of our ship's crew, but you are part of our responsibility here on the Grotto."

Violet mutely nodded.

"Good, just understand it's not only that the Fey are dangerous here, but that your dragons aren't welcome in the open seas by the locals."

At that, Violet muttered to himself, "why'd I have to come here, then..."

"Because it is still a good place to live," Colart set his sturdy hand on the Tahrim's shoulder and expectedly Violet Glacier nearly collapsed under the force (not really, Colart knew how much to put into his greetings).

"I will find ways to keep us busy, without going too far," Violet said, and Tazdiath gave a little bugle in agreement. And then a big thud could be heard, because he'd joined the other much smaller dragons in their super-spinning game, lost his footing, and made for a good break from the serious business of Fey watching...

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