Rukhayma: The Gentle Spring
"Can you feel it? Spring is coming!"
| Name: | Rukhayma |
| Gender: | Female |
| Color: | Soft Green |
| Wing Color: | White |
| Markings: | Blue Hearts |
| Height: | 5" at shoulder |
| Breed: | Cupid Dragon |
| Personality: |
Rukhayma is Cetir's little ball of cheer and goodwill. Nothing, not even Cetir's standard attitude, can dissuade this little girl from being a loving, cheerful dragoness to everyone about her. She loves the spring and the changes it brings to the world, especially with the coming of babies of all sorts. In fact, Rukhayma is as innocent and curious as one of those very babies. She'll poke her nose into anything and everything, and has a tendency to get into mischief because of her curiosity. But not even Cetir can remain mad at her for long... not with those cute eyes and her full hearted apologies when she's confronted! |
| Abilities: | Verbal Speech Wingless Flight Limited Teleportation (anywhere within sight) |
| Bond: | None |
He didn't understand it. Sycho had told him someone was waiting for him in the sitting room -- not that unusual, considering his recent actions. In fact, he'd been expecting a few people, most of them with hidden blades looking to carve his heart out. But this was... strange.
He should have been suspicious, just from Sycho's slightly confused tone. Instead of someone he knew, he'd been confronted with a giggling woman. Instead of a knife, he'd been handed an egg. A soft green, with a small white heart near the base. Tiny as things went - or so Sycho declared after looking at it for a moment - the egg was an unknown to both of them.
And before they could ask, the woman vanished. Leaving them with an egg, more questions than they could verbalize, and several questioning servants looking in. Doing the only thing he could, Cetirnen retreated to his study, where he proceeded to set up a heating bed. The only thing they could do was wait.