[center][color=00ff00][h3]Ashley Cahlam Bale[/h3][/color]
[B]Location:[/B] Winged Commanders Keep
[B]Mentions:[/B] None
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4961224]Character Sheet[/url][/center]

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A loud shout of a Sergeant woke Ashley from a nap that she was having near one of the dragons. She had been working hard for the last couple days helping the keep prepare for the ceremony. The Dragon’s would claim their partners. It was exciting time. She had been at the keep for a couple weeks and had befriended a few of the dragons. But she wasn’t going to be picked. That was for those who had been training that really knew the dragons. 

As the perpetrations for the ceremony were going on, many of the trainees and Dragons were fussing about things, wanting them to be perfect. Sadly, when Ashley had completed her apprenticeship with Master Korgan, she thought her days of taking orders were over. She was a journeywoman and knew the basics of her craft and was ready to set out and start her own shop. She ended up here at the Keep, conscripted to the crown they called it. In her mind it was like getting married to a drunken brawler without the love. Now being new, she was, um, ordered about by just about everyone. The dragons wanted this. The trainees wanted that. Harness, tack, packs, and straps needed to be repaired or replaced. Yelling, yelling, yelling! Ashley combed the straw out her hair and then with a yawn she stretched and rose. She had not even seen the Queen yet.

The sergeant yelled again and Ashley turned and approached the man. He did what all sergeants do to new recruits. As the man turned red in the face and yelled more, barking orders and explaining the way things were going to be. Ashley started to tear up and she could feel the emotions bubbling in her. But, the stoker dragon she had been resting with leaned it head over her shoulder and blew mucus out its nose. The sergeant was covered from head to foot with the stuff.  Ashley tried not to laugh, honestly. She bit her tongue. She pinched herself.  But when the dragon spoke into their heads telling the Sergeant to be quiet she was trying to take a nap. Ashley laughed. For her troubles, Ashley had got to wash his uniform and polish his leathers. When she saw some broken gear in his locker, she picked up the pieces. With no on watching, she let the magic flow through her into the items healing the broken pieces and rejoining the parts. 

Ashley did not know where the magic came from. What she could do was passed down from her grandmother and she worked hard to keep the magic hidden. Telling people she could mend some things and or heal would make her an outcast. The magic tended to make people uncomfortable.  The magic was probably why the Sergeant had picked her out of all the new recruits to spend most of the days yelling at her. The dragons on the other hand didn’t care. When she had used magic, most people tended to stay away from her and she hoped it would be true for the Sergeant. 

From the hall came a shout, “Ashley!” Gear needed to be made ready and polished for the ceremony and dragons needed to be fed.  She would make as much of it shine as she could and try to stay out of the way of the officers and trainees, and of course the sargent.