Faela fumbled with her hands.
"Well, it was nothing... I can't really make it properly, you see." Faela turned to Celcius, watching him glide around.
"Whoa, you have a dragon! that's so cool!" She exclaimed. "Hardly anybody can get a dragon to their side." She added, and glared at Solus, who seemed to be hearing voices in his head.
"Has he gone nuts? he's hearing things." Faela growled.
Valegard's laughing voice faded away into small murmurs.
She's going to drive me mad. Solus thought.
"Hey dragon! you and I aren't finished yet!" Faela barked.
"If you don't want to die, I recommend you not touch me." Solus outstretched his wings, and bared his fangs.
~star~
username: Tragondor
name: Faela
gender: Female
age: A couple of thousands, but not enough to be a fully grown star
description/pic: here it is! (Just cut out that big thing she's holding)
personality: Rash, friendly-ish, doesn't care if what she says hurts or not; likes to show off
type: Light
element: light
*history: Not much is really known about her...
*other: Faela can conjure up a light sworm from her hands, can fire light blasts that give people seizures.