In all the years that she'd been exploring the Nexus, following threads of gossip and winding them up into neat little parcels of knowledge and experiences, Dimitria (still untitled and quite contentedly so) had only rarely considered standing for a dragon. It wasn't for lack of opportunity (it was actually quite impossible for her to go a day without catching a wisp regarding some hardening clutch or another) nor was it precisely for a lack of interest. There was nothing wrong with dragons, generally speaking, but the idea had just never... clicked, perhaps.

Nidus Caeligenus was small still but growing and thriving. Tunnels and dens into the tawny stone of the Devil's Backbone were still being excavated, simultaneous with the gleaming metal platforms spiralling around its spire and the buildings erected thereupon. Dragons soared through the dry air, wings spread to catch the abundance of desert thermals, or alternately found places to rest in the shade of stone overhangs and alloyed awnings, thereby taking shelter from the harsh Saxen sun. Not too long ago, there had been an abundance of clutching as the dragons adapted to their new home and took natural advantage of the territory to be filled. Dimitria had already been present by then and had watched the proceedings with amusement

Now the only source of dragons-to-bond were those hatchings listed at the functionally-named "Hatchings Registrar". One of the buildings set out in the desert sunlight was the size of a comfortable corner market, but instead of shelves and crates of goods, stepping through the sliding doors to the air-conditioned interior revealed a space dominated by large screens and a set of information booths manned by a variety of persons. The screens displayed text and images of known clutches and/or clutching dragons throughout the Nexus, and at the booths themselves, one could request more specific information, even arrange for transport via one of the many dragonriders available for such assistance.

A modern spin on searchriders, Dimitria mused with a smirk, cocking her hand on her hip as she surveyed the space. A little bit candidate assessment, a bit more travel agency, and finishing of airport terminal.

Standing just a step or two inside the entrance, not directly blocking it but still ensuring that anyone else wanting to enter or exit would have to step around her first, Dimitria scanned the screens until she found the images that matched the rumors she had most recently overheard. Sure enough, there they were: a trio of Court dragonesses, each of them an example of the rarest colors a Court could be.

And their mates traveled through time itself to fly them, explained the gossip on the telepathic ether. More personally, Dimitri thought: What a silly reason to time it. There had to be more to it than that.

Dimitria wasn't done investigating Nidus Caeligenus, not by a long shot, but Nidus Ryslen had earned itself the adventuring urge with all these rumors, too. Even the dragons themselves. The future hatchings.

It was hard not to have a fondness towards Court dragons, as intertwined with Shy's various creations (and meddlings) as they were. The magnetism might have only been natural, or maybe Dimitri was just letting the whimsy take her at last.

If nothing else, following rumors across the Nexus would only be all the easier if she had a dragon of her own to carry her.

Dimitria is a very strong telepath, able to pick up thoughts and gossip from every corner of the Nexus.

Dimitria is a statuesque woman with shiny copper hair, dark skin, and a preference for "Old Hollywood Glamour"-style clothing. When she enters a room it is hard not to notice her, given her combination of fashion choice and charismatic aura. Her eyes are a dark brown when they do not go molten gold, but she does not hide that she prefers having them gleam gold. Dimitria is not shy, has no need to try and "hide" what she is. All of this shows in her choice of clothing, her body language, and the way she chooses to poke and prod at others with her words.

Dimitria is a confident, even slightly aggressive Project. She has a very strong sense of independence and loves nothing more than asserting her dominance in a room of new people. She likes the excitement of new adventures and is always in search of them, which is the only explanation necessary for why she is so far from Shy's leash. Of course, she's hardly upset by any of the side-eyes she garners from those who know what that specific molten gold gleam in her eyes means, and she's absolutely delighted when she knows that side-eye comes from someone who is doubly aware that Dr. Schroeder would not be (is not) pleased with her presence in the Nidus.

She means no lasting harm outside of the discord her presence can sow. She uses people the way one would a television or a book -- as a source of entertainment, but one that must not be treated too poorly, lest it no longer be around to be watched or read.

She likes to be "in the know" and is always traveling trying to pick up new and useful information. Though her telepathy is almost infinite in reach, she can direct it only loosely, and thoughts she overhears are generally accidental. When it's a happy accident, i.e. something that catches her interest, she sets off on an adventure to seek out that information or experience in person, which is how she's come to be at Nidus Caeligenus for an extended time.

She is very much under the watch of the local fey dragon hive, but she finds the persistent little creatures to be delightfully amusing.