[ Parties were new to Bright - at least on this level. She was more used to her friends getting really drunk while she watched in the rafters, but this seemed less alcohol-filled and more actual fun.
The form of her little human girl is easy to take, and she dances off to find some of that shiny paint. It doesn't take her long to be almost covered in it, laughing at her reflection in the water. ]
This is so much fun! Have you tried it?
[ She asks the nearest person, holding up a coconut shell with the paint in it to them. ]
Growing Pains
[ Pain, on the other hand, is something she's more used to. It shouldn't be the case with someone so young, but she's been in a lot of fights by now, and dragons grew up very quickly. Faerûn wasn't always the kindest place, this she knows all too well.
This was not fighting, though. This was things growing in her scales, coughing and a sickness that her cure spells didn't want to work on.
She's rolled up into a cat-sized ball of silver scales on a rock, wings tight against her body and snowdrops sprouting near her horns. It itches as well as hurts, but even her claws can't get into the interlocked scales to dig the flowers out. ]
Bright | D&D OC
[ Parties were new to Bright - at least on this level. She was more used to her friends getting really drunk while she watched in the rafters, but this seemed less alcohol-filled and more actual fun.
The form of her little human girl is easy to take, and she dances off to find some of that shiny paint. It doesn't take her long to be almost covered in it, laughing at her reflection in the water. ]
This is so much fun! Have you tried it?
[ She asks the nearest person, holding up a coconut shell with the paint in it to them. ]
Growing Pains
[ Pain, on the other hand, is something she's more used to. It shouldn't be the case with someone so young, but she's been in a lot of fights by now, and dragons grew up very quickly. Faerûn wasn't always the kindest place, this she knows all too well.
This was not fighting, though. This was things growing in her scales, coughing and a sickness that her cure spells didn't want to work on.
She's rolled up into a cat-sized ball of silver scales on a rock, wings tight against her body and snowdrops sprouting near her horns. It itches as well as hurts, but even her claws can't get into the interlocked scales to dig the flowers out. ]
Bahamut, take it away! It hurts!