There are rumors umong the male dragons that she was a angel blessed with all things kindness, wit and beauty, she rarely speaks or truely smiles.

Irida stood before the council, nervous of her punishment. "Irida. You understand what you have done.." She gulped. She had attemped to return to the shadow flight of which she came, and tried to bring a hatchling with her. "You wanted to leave the clan, this is against the rules. As a clan, we are one. As a family, we are strong." Lowering her head, she was ready for what was to come. "You tried stealing a hatchling, and so, your punishment... is banishment. I no longer see you fit to be a part of this family. It is no longer our task to feed you when you hunger, nurish you when you are sick. Be gone! All we can do is wish you luck, on your journey for finding a clan that will accept you." One last time she looked up, one last time she nodded towards the council. She turned around, spread her wings and flew. Flew until she could no longer feel her wings, flew that she had gone numb.
Darkness.
As she woke up, she noticed various clan leaders gatherd before her.. "Irida.. if you wish, we can take you in." said Groot.