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~ Laila Twih ~
-Apprentice Scribe-
Taking a short break from writing in her own journals, journeyman scribe Laila
yawned and stretched. A glance at her candle proved it was far later in the day
then she had thought it was. Moving to her window she looked out at the
courtyard of Lylan Keep, awash in blindingly bright colors from the midday sun.
A flash of movement caught her eyes. A dragon rider was leading a young
hatchling dragon across the grounds in the direction of the lake. Laila watched
the pair bumble across the courtyard until they were out of sight. Turning back
to her journals she opened one to the place she had left it at and made a few
more notes. Setting aside her quill she leaned back in her chair to stare at the
empty and silent
ceiling.
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She didn't really know what she was doing here. It had
been her master's suggestion and her mother had egged her on to do it,
saying it would get her out of her room and into contact with the people of
the keep more. Laila didn't see the need, she know everyone at the keep
already. But as her master had said, how much did she actually know about
the people whose names she wrote down? In the end they had convinced her to
at least try and in a few whirlwind days she found herself on the warm sands
of a hatching at Mirus. She watched the others around her with wide eyes,
taking in as much as she could because a part of her doubted she would ever
be here, on the sands, again. She shifts, unsure what to do though she has
seen similar events many times.
The eggs soon began hatching, it wasn't long before a smallish green shake
herself free of her eggshell and looked up. She shakily got to her feet and
stumbled forward, her fragile wings were covered with firey colored baby
fuzz. Lifting her head up she looked over all of the candidates before her,
yet moments passed and the little green made no move. She looked back at the
great golden form of her mother then back to the gathered candidates. Making
up her mind the green stumbled forwards, making a more or less straight line
towards Laila. "....Moltoth
Rufasilex ?" Laila queried, knelling down to the hatchling's level. The
hatchling nodded and Laila smiled. "I'll take good care of you, I promise."
She held out her hand and let the newly hatched dragon make the first
contact.
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Continue to part two of Laila's story or
view Moltoth's stats.
Moltoth Rufasilex was hatched at
Mirus Fortress.
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Name: Laila Twih
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: Of moderate height and build and a little bit pudgy, she
has a plain and simply appearance. She dresses is simple, loose
clothes - most often a long sleeved tunic belted with a leather belt
over a long skirt. The edges of her sleeves are stained with ink
because she gets so wrapped up in her work she forgets to take care
of such things. She tends to blend into crowds easily. Her hair is
straight and brown, clipped short to about her ears. Her eyes are
plain brown.
Personality: Quiet, calm, level-headed and just a
little timid. She is open minded, or perhaps she just doesn't notice
anything enough to care. Highly energetic she throws all of her
energy into her work, burning off the rest of it by taking long
walks.
History: A born native of Lylan Keep, Laila spent most of her
childhood in the kitchen helping her mother cook the meals for the
keep and running errands. Once she was old enough she was taken in
as an apprentice to the head records keeper to learn the scribe's
trade. She is now a journeywoman scribe, assisting her master at the
keep and sometimes acting as the on-sight records keeper for events.
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