The Watch Unending Zephyr - In'hara (Protector)
Speech: Italic #f4cd39
Inspired by Little Kitten
For every famous commander elevated to fame there’s a thousand soldiers laboring unseen and unnoticed. There’s a strength in those faceless masses, and this Zephyr embodies its best qualities.
She cares, you see, about her family and her subordinates and everyone else touched by the long arm of her father’s law. They’re hers, not to rule but to safeguard, and she takes her duty as a guardian deadly seriously. Every move she makes is carefully considered beforehand, pros weighed against cons weighed against the lives that will inevitably be affected by her choices. She can’t be reckless, not when so many innocent lives are on the line. While that caution can make her seem weak, nothing could be further from the truth. There’s a quiet strength to her, the kind that’s rarely evident until the cards are down. While she’s the most in her element behind the scenes, she’s also the first to step up and take charge when disaster strikes. She’s always got a startlingly-detailed plan for any situation. Better yet, she’s got the tactical acumen and plain old common sense to adapt that plan on the fly. Put your trust in her and she’ll see you through to the other side- and once you’re there, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone better to help you recover. ‘Bright and cheerful’ is her default state of being, with an undercurrent of gentle snark and fond bickering to keep things interesting.
There’s one slight problem with being the smallest in a family of titans: you’re expected to be the meek servitor. For a long time she told herself she was content with that role. After all, someone had to clean up the disasters they left in their wake. Why shouldn’t it be her? A lifetime spent at the bottom of the totem pole has left her prone to fawning and flattery. She’ll work herself half to death and never expect an iota of recognition for it- and the less said about her tendency to neglect her own well-being, the better. But playing the sniveling underdog never came naturally to her, and there’s only so much bending and scraping someone can take. Beneath all the agreeability and accountability there lurks a temper as hot as the heart of any star, and it’s just as liable to scorch the unwary. She’s got a keen wit and a sharp tongue on the best of days, but her lectures are the stuff of legend. Worse still are her ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed’ speeches. Nothing stings more than knowing you’ve made someone who believes in you upset, especially when that belief is so very genuine.
Easily the smallest of her siblings, this little Zephyr’s got strength and speed entirely disproportionate to her size. Every inch of her seems carved from precious metal. Most of her feathers are some shade of gold, running the gamut from near-bronze to pale yellow-white and everywhere in between. The very tips of her pinions and tail are silver, a shade rarely seen from her rank. The crest atop her head was likely once the same color. It’s since been dyed a deep crimson that never seems to wash out.
Speech: Italic #f4cd39
Inspired by Little Kitten
For every famous commander elevated to fame there’s a thousand soldiers laboring unseen and unnoticed. There’s a strength in those faceless masses, and this Zephyr embodies its best qualities.
She cares, you see, about her family and her subordinates and everyone else touched by the long arm of her father’s law. They’re hers, not to rule but to safeguard, and she takes her duty as a guardian deadly seriously. Every move she makes is carefully considered beforehand, pros weighed against cons weighed against the lives that will inevitably be affected by her choices. She can’t be reckless, not when so many innocent lives are on the line. While that caution can make her seem weak, nothing could be further from the truth. There’s a quiet strength to her, the kind that’s rarely evident until the cards are down. While she’s the most in her element behind the scenes, she’s also the first to step up and take charge when disaster strikes. She’s always got a startlingly-detailed plan for any situation. Better yet, she’s got the tactical acumen and plain old common sense to adapt that plan on the fly. Put your trust in her and she’ll see you through to the other side- and once you’re there, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone better to help you recover. ‘Bright and cheerful’ is her default state of being, with an undercurrent of gentle snark and fond bickering to keep things interesting.
There’s one slight problem with being the smallest in a family of titans: you’re expected to be the meek servitor. For a long time she told herself she was content with that role. After all, someone had to clean up the disasters they left in their wake. Why shouldn’t it be her? A lifetime spent at the bottom of the totem pole has left her prone to fawning and flattery. She’ll work herself half to death and never expect an iota of recognition for it- and the less said about her tendency to neglect her own well-being, the better. But playing the sniveling underdog never came naturally to her, and there’s only so much bending and scraping someone can take. Beneath all the agreeability and accountability there lurks a temper as hot as the heart of any star, and it’s just as liable to scorch the unwary. She’s got a keen wit and a sharp tongue on the best of days, but her lectures are the stuff of legend. Worse still are her ‘I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed’ speeches. Nothing stings more than knowing you’ve made someone who believes in you upset, especially when that belief is so very genuine.
Easily the smallest of her siblings, this little Zephyr’s got strength and speed entirely disproportionate to her size. Every inch of her seems carved from precious metal. Most of her feathers are some shade of gold, running the gamut from near-bronze to pale yellow-white and everywhere in between. The very tips of her pinions and tail are silver, a shade rarely seen from her rank. The crest atop her head was likely once the same color. It’s since been dyed a deep crimson that never seems to wash out.