#keevathescaledshadow

The candles flicker within the confines of her tent. In an effort to reduce the travel back-and-forth, Ainsley and the East Reach’s advisors arranged large tents at the edge of their fields. It was supplied with maps, plans, and lush pillows for moments of rest. It was not as comfortable as Alek’s study in the Reach, but it did the job. Her advisors just mounted their horses, off to return to the castle. But Ainsley remained, save for her guards places outside of her tent. She pours over the shipment schedules, tapping her quill against the desk. Even with her brokered agreement with Avitej, there were still significant delays. She’s just about to fall asleep at her desk, when a large ‘thud’ rings in her ears. She can hear her guards shuffling, prompting Ainsley to raise from her chair in worry. The increase in her guards, and the bountiful jewels on her person (a disguise for enchanted items), meant she could very well escape an attack if it came to it. But she did not wish to invite such trouble. “What is happening out there?” Ainsley bellows from within her tent. She wipes her hands, ready to surge forward, when the folds of her tent doors open. A stark, platinum-haired woman with frosty skin. “Who are you?”

It is not until the water comes well to his knees and the trees above have closed in around him like a cage, blocking off the sky for all but scattered glimpses, that he finds himself regretting, however slightly, that he had not elected to cross the area by wing. A few hours ago it had seemed the clumsier option in his mind, to allow his large shadow to rake conspicuously over the landscaper just to save himself the trouble of a few extra miles on foot, as though his legs were not perfectly functional.

Of course, that was before he’d spent the better part of the day since trudging through layers of mud and sog, stomping onward in a manner he highly suspected to be, in the eyes of the unlikely observer, no more graceful than that of an inebriated drafthorse.

At least the animal might’ve had better luck orienting the place.

Their first impression of your muse: A smol bean, full with curiosity and childlike wonder

Current impression: She’s like a sister to him, the only family he has, and he’s glad she hasn’t lost her curiosity.

Are they attracted to your muse?: Yes, but not sexually or romantically, he loves her as a sister.

Something they find frightening about your muse: He’s afraid she might do something without thinking about consequences and would put herself in danger. Especially with the rebellion actively hunting down dragons... She’s still young and not as experienced as he is, he’s terrified of losing her again.

Something they find adorable about your muse: How she loves the most random or even the strangest things - feathers, frogs...

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Yes.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: On a platonic one definitely!

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Kindness.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: No (or only if she was passed out and he’d need to slap her a bit if it was important to wake her up).

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

“Oh no. She looks lost. Are those horns? Definitely a dragonkin. Does she know how dangerous this is. Wait what if this is a trap. Better watch her. Oh crap she’s just a cinnamon roll with no clue what she’s doing.”

Current impression:  

“It.... has not changed. She’s still a cinnamon roll with only a little clue what she’s doing.”

Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Jo is not attracted per se, but she finds her beautiful. She needs a very drastic level of trust and connection to be attracted to someone.

Something they find frightening about your muse:

That roar. Jo knows she was protecting her but at the same time, she would hate to be on the receiving end of that.

Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Let’s be honest, Keeva’s pretty adorable overall.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Uh. Duh.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Possibly either, definitely platonic.

One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Precious.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?:

Depends, does she need to be slapped for something? In an argument or something no.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

HOLD! WHO GOES THERE? WHY, IS THAT [KEEVA THE NIGHT DRAGON] OF [THE MOUNTAINS EAST OF THERON HALL]? THEY DO LOOK [INNOCENT] FOR A [FEMALE DRAGONKIN] OF [150] YEARS. DON’T THEY CALL [HER] THE [LOYAL AND HEADSTRONG]? I’VE HEARD THEY’RE ALSO [NAIVE AND STUBBORN] THOUGH. DON’T TAKE MY WORD FOR IT BUT THEY DO LOOK AN AWFUL LOT LIKE [IVY LEVAN].

Hey everyone! I’m Annie! I’m 24 in CST and this is the first written RP I have done in about 10 years so I apologize for any clunkiness. I wanted to do a proper bio for Keeva so y’all have a better idea of who she is since she is a Hot Mess ™. If you want to plot feel free to reach out!

Like every year Valarr had made sure he was around Glasswater for the Spring Festival. This year it was particularly easy since he recently moved to the mountains North of Glasswater. He likes to travel the world, live in one place for a while, then move to the next. The cultural differences he had seen were amazing.

Not to raise questions or have curious glances thrown at him Valarr preferred to wear a hooded cape. It hid his muscular build and a sword on his hip, and if needed, he could put the hood up and disappear into the crowd.

As he was casually walking down the main street, filled with merchant carts and booths, he felt like someone was watching him, following him. Valarr stopped by a merchant, who was selling hats, and glanced in a small mirror they had there. It was a masked woman following him. Something about her seemed familiar, but he couldn’t tell from afar. He smiled at the merchant and wished him a good day so the woman wouldn’t suspect anything, and kept on going. He used the crowd in his advantage and quickly ran into an alleyway and, standing with his back against a wall, waited for the woman to walk by. And a moment later she did. Valarr quickly grabbed her arm, pulled her in and in one swift move she was pinned against a wall and his dagger was pointed at her abdomen.

And then it hit him.

🥀…. a complaint. 

“There are so many things to complain about but I’ll tell you one that isn’t as obvious. I think it sucks utter horse shit that women don’t get trousers with pockets.”

🌺... a secret. 

“I had a bill written up and drafted that would provide job training and establish a network of sorts to get people apprenticeships and education and find work and those that couldn’t work, it would establish a fund set aside from taxes to provide them with a basic income. I didn’t get a chance to lobby for it before we were attacked but if we live through the next few months I plan to try to convince parliament to pass it.”

🌻... a suggestion.