#cressidalucero

[kc-rp]

hey guys! just wanted to reserve dev patel as a fc.

     Dev Patel is now reserved for one week.

     (Also, everyone, please use the template on the fc page)

[caileanthewarrior]

@cressidalucero​

“Quite a place you have here,” Cailean observes acutely, weaving through the myriad of trinkets and bottles. The dragonkin absently inspects the contents of the Blue Phoenix, admiring the assortment. It was a remarkable thing, what humans did with their limited lifespans. Several of Elira’s sort existed. Generous beings who dedicated their short lives to doing good by others. But the key difference could be found on the scales of her personage. Elira was not a nameless human, but a dragon -- just like him. “Elira?” He speaks of her dragonkin name with ease, allowing it to roll off his tongue. To most, she was Cressida Lucero. A nurse, a benevolent spirit, and a forgettable face. But Cailean felt it was his duty to bring life to the dragon within. There were so few of them remaining. It was neither the time, nor place, to begin dismissing one’s true self.

“Ah, there you are.” He recognizes, catching the stark black hair from within the apothecary. “Shall we get started, or are there broken arms and open wounds in need of mending? I can wait. There’s a tavern down the way that boasted the best Loqoalan ale. Whether it is true or not, has yet to be determined.” A cheeky smile sprawls across his face, taking hold of a nearby shawl and draping it theatrically across his shoulders. “Or I can act as your aid. I’m certain your patients will take to a handsome assistant mending their bandages.”

[cassthecharitable]

@cressidalucero​

“You did not have to make a special journey for me.” Cassandra immediately utters, but an appreciative smile graces her features regardless. The news of the priestess’ disappearance sparked concern among her fellow masters. True enough, her situation was one few could imagine; a tale of herself and a sailor (who, as it turns our, was the heir to the Rajayen throne) being kidnapped and forced to escape via the generosity of the pirate queen herself. Never the less, she made it to the Illasqan shelter, looking worse for wear. A cut on her forehead, and a sprained wrist from the physical demands of escape. But, she was home. Everything else was bearable, in comparison.

But Cressida, ever reliable, appeared the morning after her return. Likely, summoned by one of the master’s despite Cassandra’s insistence. The demand for healthcare spanned beyond her, and who was she to occupy Cressida’s time? But for all her protests, her heart is lightened by the sight of her. “Truly, I am fine. I am not one for vanity, and a scar is hardly worth taking you away from the Blue Phoenix.”