Fatespeaker has black scales and underscales of deep blue and purple. She has several additional silver scales along her body. One on the outside corner of each eye, a band circling one ankle, and a few lone ones sparkling along her tail like starry freckles. She is rather small, she has a leather bag that is around her neck that has has a knife, medical herbs from Flame, sleeping darts, scrolls to read to him, and blank scrolls. She also has bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep from staying up to protect Starflight. She has scratches and scars around her from scavenging for food and items for her and Starflight to survive on. She sits in silence the Diamond Spray Delta, with a scroll rolled out, writing a letter to Sunny Fatespeaker: dear Sunny… I know it’s been a few weeks but umm things has happened… a lot of things actually… Starflight refuses to keep going to sleep… I know, I know… sure I haven’t gone to sleep either but ironic part he tells me that I need to get more rest… and that sleeping will keep our body healthy and help fight off sickness for as long as possible… yet he doesn’t consider he needs it for himself… how silly it is… sigh I’m not sure how long we can last… not sure how long till he has the infection going into it’s next phase… I better stop before I start saying something I don’t want to… hope we can see each other again… Fatespeaker… She lets out a sigh and sets down her ink and pen. She then starts fidgeting with a knife inspecting every curve in it