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STATS
Name: Merel
Gender: Female
Species: Bird-Cat Dragon
Description: Merel looks like a bird and cat mixed together. She has white fur covering her entire body and deep blue feathers where her ears would be, at her shoulders and at the base of her tail. Merel has a strong grey beak and keen green eyes. Though she may look pretty and soft to the touch, Merel isn't easy to get close to. She dislikes getting her feathers ruffled and thus keeps her distance from those she knows won't be able to resist. Other than that she is a stubborn type of dragon that's just a tad impatient.
Place of Origin: Winter 2004 Xmas Exchange
Bond: ?? from the
The Empyrean Stair (Court Clutch)

STORY
Merel looked up at the pale yellow Muttutu dragon Amaria and was both surprised and pleased by the ffort the stunted neutered dragon was putting into her studies. Though she'd been destinied to a life of servitude and undergrowth, to be no more than a pet or guard, the Muttutu was intent on being much more. As she served the goddess Aruru, her priorities lay on nurturing. Amaria had been born female until the luck of the draw had made her what she was today. 
"Aren't you getting tired?" Merel asked.
The white-grey feathered and furred brid-cat dragon wasn't all that eager to socialise but there was something endearing about Amaria that not even she could withstand. Merel was a winter-born creature which meant she was only starting to feel comfortable now that summer was at it's end. 
"I need to be able to teleport." Amaria grunted.
"Not all dragons can do that, you know." Merel replied.
"If I want to protect those in my care than I should be able to do it. It's the safest way of getting out of harm's way."
Well there was logic in that. 
"I can help you. Teach you." Merel said solemnly.
Amaria looked up at the larger white-grey dragon and thought she really couldn't be choosy. Most of the other dragons were training for bigger things. So what if her teacher looked a bit wishy-washy, she was a teacher. Secretly, Amaria wanted to be a parent. But she'd never have her own eggs. So looking after the children of others seemed like the closest she'd ever come. But before she attempted to be a nanny, she really needed to be perfect. 
"Thank you. Can you show me how you do it?" Amaria asked carefully.
She saw Merel wink out and back in a few feet away.
"Not to brag but I'm really good at teleporting. I'm sure I'll be able to teach you if you're meant to be able to do it."
"I should. I AM a dragon." Amaria said, feeling a twinge of frustration.
Merel nodded and placed a paw on Amaria's. 
"Feel how I do it. I'll take us to that tree over there."
Amaria nodded and felt as pinpricks of cold briefly touched her extremities only to vanish when they returned under the tree. 
"I don't think I really got it." she admitted.
"You have to visualise where you want to go. Make the image crystal clear in your head. And then you just let go. Try it, at worst we'll stay right here."
Amaria thought that didn't seem very helpful. But she closed her eyes and envisioned the place they'd come from. Crystal-clear, Merel had said, like the jewels in a necklace or crown. She sighed when she thought of the pretty stones some humans wore... and then they were gone.

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