No one shall lay low Ysabeau the Blessed. Mine reason for being is to be Ruler of Kings and yet I have suffered transgressions for the 3rd time much to mine lost in wonder. I am not in a fumes of fancy yet I have become it.
I have called up a familiar in draconia form, whom I shall call Kyndreth the Gifted. It is a blazing emerald green, with hints of royal purple shimmering deep within its wide scales. Its eyes are a startling silver-blue. When I caress the glass pendant which hangs from a chain around my neck, it responds instantly to my command, its gaze intense and focused.
Four slim limbs carry its body and allow the creature to stand noble and proud. Each limb has 5 digits, each of which end in barbed talons seemingly made of marbled stone. Huge wings grow upon its back, starting from just below its shoulders and reaching the top of its shoulder blades. The wings are almost angel-like but strong rather than delicate. The inner wings seem to be made of stacked thin crystals, and small, sharp tips grow from each ending like massive spears.