A houseplant that must traverse the land of the mundane forty hours a week where there’s nary a dragon,elf, or fairy to be found by the naked eye, thus leading to a search to partake in the found family trope that’s emboldened many a tale as seasons turned to yesteryears. Alas one must be encapsulated into a human visage, but one mustn’t be hindered by gender.
I enjoy taking tropes of the genre and messing with them, no horny storytellers here, we’re in the asexual bard camp and redeeming cotton candy coloured tieflings arena. Character creation and character explorations are my bread and butter, though I’ll not turn down a chance to pet a dragon... er, I mean fight one, obviously.