Under starlight you can see someone standing under a tree, watching a fire. She's 5'6 and wrapped in a black cloak of some kind. You know it's a she from the laughter you hear as she runs towards you; and stops, looking you over with an eye of scrutiny. As she examines you, you would notice that her skin is silver and that her eyes are violet. At this time the hair that shows from under her helmet is black. She likes to change it with the comb of colors. A pair of wings are spread elegantly though noticeably held unsure, as though practiced yet still in need of more. You wouldn't hesitate to call her pretty.
She asks your name, and replies to yours with her own: Dyre Drake. From her accent you can tell that she spent most of her life in Brenneg. Of the many gods to choose from Dyres is Zeus. Dyre knows elven, goblin, and common.
If you look back towards the fire you'll see a wardog lying at a point between the fire and Dyres supplies. That would be her pet, Nos. He looks like a bully in his armor, but Dyre thinks Nos is wonderful. She's taught him to go fetch. (well maybe he already knew that, but let her think she taught him lol)
Dyre Drake would like to be a dragon companion. When she was young, she was told stories about how her great-great-great-great-grandad had become a Count by conferring with dragons. Long since then though that skill had been forgotten. But Dyre has dreamt of learning that skill and making her mother proud of her
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