Angelina

It was surprising to see a fae with such...spunk.
Angelina was a rather small dragon, even for the smallest breed in Sornieth.
But she was the fiercest dragon in the clan, as daring as the warriors and just as skilled, too.
The mysterious fae had turned up out of the blue one night, rips and gashes in her hide and wing almost shredded to pieces.
But clan leaders had simply……...accepted her, welcomed her, even.
It wouldn't do to refuse
The others were, of course, wary of the newcomer, and kept their distance.
Angelina had rather unusual eyes, cold, ice-white ones that would pierce right through you, and you just couldn't shake off the feeling that she now knew your deepest, darkest secrets.
She kept her face hidden under that hood of hers, and even the oldest clan member could not recall a single time when she took it off.
Which was just as well.
Angelina knew full well what the others said behind her back.
Spying was so easy when you could slip through almost invisible gaps.
Of course, she had earned every right to stay in the clan.
Her bravery and daring had pushed others to do their best, especially when she made trips to the coliseum with her team.
The drab fae certainly made for a peculiar, though not uncommon sight when she fought, darting in and out of her opponent's vision, ever so agile.
Many small-sized dragons fought like her, too.
But none could replicate her darting, lethal strikes.
No one.