~Unfinished~
Karsa Kala of House Kersla is known as the Emerald Nightmare. She was born of the Elvin Kersla line, a line the elves thought was done. Cursed into the shadows by Kaisera, Karsa must befriend an unlikely ally and figure out how to turn...
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"Malak." Karsa whispers, circling the tent. She looks to the tent, pawing the ground as she watches her brother appear.
His face contorts to shock then confusion as he looks to her, "you shouldn't be here. Do you know what the elves would do to you knowing they have a fledgling dragon in their midsts?"
"I need to know what is going on. Why were you telling me to go?" She whispers, staring at him before looking to her talons with a sigh. She didnt think she could even morph yet here she was in he full form, a dragon which she didnt want to be.
"What's going on out there?"
Karsa looks around fast, the Schilze princess' voice coming from inside the tent and approaching their spot. She scampers back, a bit scared and hesitant.
"Just a fledging dragon, nothing to be alarmed about. Looks to have come out of curiosity." Malak states, staring to the dragon's silver scales. "Interestingly enough its a silver dragon, you may want to come and see this."
"I did. Silver is quite a rare trait for a dragon. I believed that they were all extinct, masters of electricity and powerful in their own right with delusions. Is it tame to touch?"
"Im sure she wouldn't harm the wife of the Dragon's son." Malak states, looking to his wife. "Though be gentle, I doubt she has had much contact with humans."
Karsa snorts watching Icayla reach out to touch her scales and looks to Malak quickly before looking back to his wife as she approaches her wings.
"Her wings are tightly clutched to her body, hinting that she has never used them or is hiding an injury."
"She's small, still a fledgling. She probably doesn't know how to use them."
Karsa snorts at him, shaking her head before snapping her wings out. She looks quickly to Icayla as to make sure she wasn't hurt to find a face of shock.
"She can understand the language though, who does she belong to?"
"My father, I would assume-"
"I belong to no one but myself." Karsa states, receiving a look of scorn from Malak. She stares to him, challenging his authority.
