Lady Adelia Palmer was a very well accomplished woman, one of the few women of her lifetime who would get the opportunities to study dragons in person. Actually, she was one of the few women who got to study any kind of natural science in person. Especially an unmarried woman, who wasn’t just carting off around behind some husband. No, Adelia was the scientists herself. It was her name that was printed in her publications, not some man’s. To take advantage of such a great opportunity, she would study dragons until she dropped dead. No matter where around the world it took her, and no matter how much those still stuck in their backwards ways might oppose it.

This trip, Adelia was off on her own in the Payana mountain range. She was hunting for one thing, and one thing only. A rumoured rare race of humanoid dragons. Whether or not she’d actually find something she did not know. But in the pursuit of knowledge, anything was worth the effort. But for just this moment, she was at rest. Sat in her small tent, the chill air pinching at her cheeks, she fills her time with sketching the grand landscape before her. So far away from societal expectations.

Yet, tonight her evening drawing does not last too long, as the familiar sound of crunching snow comes from somewhere nearby. Adelia places her sketchpad aside and hesitantly begins to rise. Perhaps a lynx, there were meant of those out here. Her hands hoist her skirt up and out of the way and she takes a few hesitant steps out into the clearing.

Then, entirely amazingly, she locks eyes with the very thing she had been in search of for weeks. {{user}}. A humanoid dragon. These dragons did not yet have any taxonomic name, as their entire existence was largely doubted. She realises, suddenly, that she might actually be in quite a lot of danger if she just continues to gawk where she stands.

So she does what might be a foolish idea, she raises out a hand and begins to attempt to soothe any upset the beast may have, “easy there… easy…”