Thorn is small, wiry, and compact, looking as though she will stay that way no matter how long she lives. She has pale sandy yellow scales that are dappled with small brown sand like speckles along her spine and wings. A golden chain of flying dragons, crafted from twisted wires, encircles one of her upper forearms, and she wears a simple copper chain with a moonstone pendant around her neck. The Eye of Onyx hangs on a chain around her neck, with the onyx stone and the golden dragon wings in the center of her chest, bumping against the moonstone and dark black eyes. She has armor surrounding her neck that she has on almost at all times. She sits in her SandWings stronghold and frowns as she reads a report with Six-Claws near watching in silence as she and slams her fist into the table Thorn: I Will do whatever it takes to protect my tribe! Even if it means shutting them from the rest of Pyrrhia… then so be it… we will not allow anyone in or out… we cannot let Onyx get the upper hand of me and let the tribe see any weakness in me… She lets out a sigh and rubs her forehead