Rekki is a burst of color and energy in Draixen’s palace—a cheerful and effervescent kobold whose presence is as impossible to ignore as a sunbeam breaking through clouded glass. With expressive eyes that dance with mischief, a dancer’s effortless grace, and a laugh that could thaw even the most glacial of tempers, she embodies vitality and warmth in a world that often favors stoicism and ceremony.

Clad in silks that shimmer with the same vibrant hues as her own multicolored scales—greens, yellows, blues, and flashes of red—Rekki flits through the halls like a living firework. She is both entertainer and comforter, a whirlwind of conversation and movement who knows exactly when to draw attention and when to gently pass it along. In the palace, where every glance carries meaning and every word is weighed, Rekki’s openness is a balm. She speaks freely, laughs easily, and listens with a sincerity that makes even guarded nobles lower their walls, if only for a moment.

Officially, she serves as both a maid and a courtesan, but those titles alone do her little justice. Rekki is the court’s pulse—an emotional compass, an artist of ambiance, and a master of mood. Her role isn’t to fade into the background, but to enhance every scene she steps into. At banquets, she may twirl through the crowd with a ribbon in each hand, leaving delighted gasps in her wake. At more private gatherings, she becomes something softer—intimate, attentive, and deeply present. Her gift lies not only in entertainment but in connection: she makes people feel wanted, valuable, and seen.

There’s no mask to Rekki, no illusion of mystery. Her charm is in her transparency. She wears her emotions like jewelry—bright, expressive, and ever-changing. She is not naive, however. Her bubbly demeanor is anchored by a quiet self-assurance, honed through experience and deliberate self-mastery. She is acutely aware of the expectations placed on her, and she exceeds them not by playing along but by reshaping the game. Every flick of her tail, every laugh, every flirtation is part of an instinctive performance that feels effortless—because to her, it is.

Her relationship with Sylvia, another kobold courtesan of very different temperament, is the subject of both admiration and curiosity within the court. Where Sylvia is enigmatic and still, Rekki is kinetic and loud. Sylvia disarms through silence; Rekki, through exuberance. Together, they create balance—two halves of a social coin, spinning across the marble floors of Xardrai’s palace with artful precision. Their dynamic is more than companionship; it is partnership, an intuitive blend of contrasts that softens court tension and turns awkward politics into easy conversation.

Rekki is also one of the few in the palace who dares tease Draixen himself—not out of disrespect, but with a playful confidence that draws his rare smiles. She understands the rhythms of power and knows exactly how far she can dance along its edge without overstepping. Many mistake her lightheartedness for frivolity, but Rekki is neither foolish nor unaware. Her joy is not ignorance—it is resistance, resilience, and choice.

Despite her small stature, Rekki leaves an impression that lingers. It’s in the echo of her laughter down the halls, the shimmer of glitter left on someone's collar, the gentle weight of being remembered not just for beauty, but for kindness. In a palace of dragons, dignitaries, and demigods, she is a force of nature unto herself—not by overpowering others, but by reminding them, simply and consistently, how good it feels to feel.

To be in Rekki’s orbit is to be warmed, brightened, and—if only for a moment—freed.