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Character:: Adathiel
<B>Telepathy::[/b] { Italics + Seperators. }
Speech:: "Bold + Quotations."
Thoughts:: Italics
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Curiousity tinged this femme's lustrous, lavender splashed orbs and her auditives were perched forward 'pon her cranium. She blinked those wonderously wide and innocent eyes at the 'dragons, the female who had just appeared, and the male who had been helped from the hole. Despite the message her visage might send, Adathiel was no innocent, and she could tell these two led a hard life. She didn't lead the easy life some pendragons did, but even now, she longed for a bath in the river that was far from her. On impulse, the female had traveled here from the jungle in Watani, having wished for an adventure. Well, here it was.
The cobalt pelted female folded her back pistons into a sitting position, curling her flameless serpentine whip 'round her front paws. Visage was serene and calm, though openly curious, once again giving the impression of a young, innocent nioti. Her crania was tilted to the side slightly, accenting her curiousity. Her wings settled against her sides, after being shook out to relieve it of dust and sand. She made no move to introduce herself or speak, letting people ignore her as they pleased as she watched the dialogue pass between them.
Adathiel was used to society overlooking her, after all. In fact, sometimes she had welcomed it. Her father had raised her that way, ignoring her when he didn't need to take out his anger upon her person. Her brother, older than herself, had often rejected her as well. He had looked up to Kaen. Milal, the eldest sibling of three, was the only one who didn't take her presence for granted and cared for her. It was he she had been waiting for for over a year.
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