Glade #9- Vestia Dawnfire & Afarquan

Name: Vestia Dawnfire
Gender: Female
Race: Human-Elf Crossbreed
Physical Description: She is tall for a female, nearly six-feet. She has light skin with an almost blue glow, and indigo elf markings on her face, arms and legs. Her hair is very long and black, and she normally wears it in a thick braid. She has brown eyes with highly arched eyebrows that make her look either noble or snobbish, depending on one's perception. She is self conscious of her big feet.
Personality Traits: apologetic, romantic, self-sufficient, mature
Misc. Info: There is nothing Vestia wants more than people or things or creatures or whatever with which to share her love. She wants to find her person, she wants babies, she wants constants in her life. And while she can surround herself with friends and smaller companion pets, there always seems to be some part of her missing. She craves someone to talk to and share things with, someone who understands her and knows her ways. Sometimes she thinks she can find this is a person, a mate perhaps, but sometimes she thinks that the bond she craves runs deeper than just love and devotion.
Bonded: Draco's Inferno

Name: Afarquan
Gender: Female
Breed: SCD/Wyld Mutt
Abilities: Psionics, Verbal Speech, Healing Majyck, Whyte Fyre (lvl 2)
Personality: Polite, proper and probably obsessive-compulsive, Afarquan has to have every single thing a specific way. She always has to be perfectly clean, sometimes difficult to maintain with her white hide. Any meeting with her will be done with the utmost respect and proper etiquette. Though proper, Afarquan also loves to show affection and will only do so with her closest friends.

Only a few eggs remained on the sands now. Vestia stood anxiously, fretting that she wouldn't be chosen. The last few eggs were still, not a single shiver. Those in the stands exhaled as one when an egg finally trembled and split perfectly in two, revealing yet another dainty white. The little female stood and shook clinging egg from her hide, meticulously picking shell off. Once she was perfectly spotless she approached Vestia and bowed.
"I am Afarquan, and pleased to meet you Vestia." she said primly. Vestia laughed and shook the offered forepaw before gathering Afarquan into an embrace.
Sometimes their personalities clashed a bit. Vestia's love and genetic attachment to the outdoors could grind Afarquan's gears. Outdoors means dirt, mud, bugs, icky dirty things. In a community situation, there were children. Children that liked to play in the dirt and then touch. Touch the shiny white hide, rubbing their dirt and grime all over her perfect clean hide and AUGH it was just unbearable sometimes. But Afarquan was exactly what Vestia needed, and though sometimes the dragon's obsession with cleanliness and manners could seem over the top on a bad day, they were perfect for each other. Vestia adored and appreciated the desire for manners, respect and dignity. They were a noble pair, afterall. And ladies. They courtsey. They drink with their pinkies out. They have class.

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