Macaron
(#43937216)
Level 1 Skydancer
Familiar
Wetland Unicorn
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Ice.
Female Skydancer
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
4.4 m
Wingspan
5.97 m
Weight
710.41 kg
Genetics
Seafoam
Piebald
Piebald
Blush
Seraph
Seraph
Flaxen
Capsule
Capsule
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Skydancer
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
8
QCK
5
INT
5
VIT
8
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
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Macaron Florist A florist of many talents, Macaron is a simple dragon, maintaining healthy habits of arranging flowers, traveLling, and breaking each heart she comes upon. She does have a bit of a soft spot for another florist she met once while travelling, a Mirror called Trefoil, whom she has taken a liking to. Having travelled, and explored near her heart's content, Macaron hopes to one day find the single flower which rivals her beauty beyond everything else. By- ghostlyplants It was a cold day when Macaron thought of visiting her friend. They often sat together talking about work and other topics that dragons around them could not understand. She deeply enjoyed her time with him whenever they got the chance to sit together surrounded by flowers and drinking soft teas. Everything always seemed to be brighter with some company. The door she knew all too well was left slightly ajar, as if Trefoil knew that she would be visiting today. Even though he was a very busy dragon, he always made sure to make time for her, knowing that they both needed someone to talk to from time to time. Truly, loneliness can be ever so bittersweet. Walking in she was met with a small room decorated with loose bits of paper set haphazardly in different places around the room. She knew that this disarray was most likely from one of the many setbacks that send him in a murderous frenzy. The piebald Skydancer feared for the worst for her Plaguebound friend; he always got so depressed whenever his research reached a dead-end. "Trefoil?" She gently called out to him, afraid of startling her friend. "I'm here!" a soft voice responds from across the room. Macaron gingerly tiptoed to the source of the reply, cautiously lifting flower pots and squeezing between paper-strewn tables. This room was far too small for a Skydancer! She kept an eye out for the bright-winged Mirror as she passes many vases filled with dead flowers that laid limply in their prisons. Something must have set him off for his home to be in such a mess; she was quite worried as to what it was this time. The sound of soft muttering catches her attention. Macaron turned around to find him sitting on the floor, deep in concentration. As he turns the page of a ripped but beautiful book, the pages seemed to glisten as though they were made of jewels in the small light emitted by the lamp beside him. How much must that book have cost? Regardless, he seems pleased with his purchase. Looking up from the book he greets her. "Ah, Macaron. I thought you would be visiting today. How is work?" Nothing out of the norm, she deduced from his words thus far. He seemed fine enough. "Same as the other days, how has your research been?" she answered. She wasn't sure if that was the safest topic to bring up, but it was a regular subject of discussion between them. Surely that question wouldn't result in anything too bad, right? She hoped her line of reasoning wouldn't backfire on her. She studied the dark coloured Mirror's face and watched it morphed into a bright smile, as he shuffled over with the book clutched in his claws. "It's been absolutely great! I think I'm onto something." This statement made Macaron smile, gladly absolving any anxiety she had for her friend's research. "That's amazing, does it have something to do with that book?" He gave her a cheeky grin as he pushed the book into her hands, flipping a few pages. He pointed to a smudged but delicate picture of a purple flower, it's illustration seeming to be surrounded by nothing but dirt and bones. "I think I've found it, but it's about around three months' journey from here," Trefoil explained, his bright inflection falling to that of dismay. Macaron watched his demeanor shift, much to her chagrin. There was no way he could make that journey on his own, he simply couldn't carry three month's worth of supplies on his back alone, and he seemed to know that quite well as well. She had never traveled far but she would make an exception for her dear friend who often got himself in trouble. "I'll come with you. We can leave whenever you want, just let me know so I can go and pack!" She gave a warm smile as his face lit up with joy. "Really? That'd be fantastic Macaron! We must leave tonight then, now's not the time for dilly-dallying!" She simply chuckled as he rose to his feet and dashed around his small hut, and made a small hiss sound as she heard a loud crash and a quiet yelp. "You alright there?" she called out, a small laugh lacing her voice. "I'm alright, just fell over a book!" She sighed and began to wonder what she had just gotten herself into. By- Sumoru |
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