<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1e/Phoenix-flame.jpg)</div><br/>Kiara, unsurprisingly, considered the summer to be her favorite time of the year.  She got to wear less, the heat of the day tickled her exposed skin, and everyone else's relative discomfort only proved her own superiority.<br/><br/>In all of existence, image was vital.  Since power could not be intuitively sensed by the common folk, and using it flagrantly without reason could too often be considered gauche, one had to maintain an immaculate image, proving her capacity to rule.<br/><br/>Even if she lacked the dragon's claws and obvious scales - her own scales were so fine and slender that she merely seemed to have a perpetual blush unless one looked closely enough - she had extensive experience with fashion.  Her current outfit matched her flame, a beautiful silk dress that weaved the colors of crimson and gold into a second skin worthy of one whose blood had been enhanced with the power of a dragon.<br/><br/>As was common for her, her scarlet hair cupped her face, offering soft caresses whenever she turned her head and keeping her ears obscured from view.  She wasn't ashamed of having an elven parent - at least, she liked to think that she wasn't.  Her draconic ancestry, however, was far more important for people to understand and recognize.<br/><br/>Kiara gave her servant a warm and gracious smile, displaying the kindness she much preferred to give - at least when everything was going her way.  Her eyes rapidly perused the assembled, looking for faces she might easily recognize as well as those who were worth her time to look into.