Stream

Stream loved her clan and her family.
She had a pretty comfortable life, here in the Starfall Isles (she did miss her parents, though).
The isle was covered in a soft, pink glow, like a never-ending sunrise.
And the only problem Stream had in the clan was Faella, the clan leader.
Faella, the survivor.
Faella, the strong one.
Faella the fool.
Was what Stream thought, every time she heard the name mentioned (in reverence and awe, of course) by another clan member she would take a deep breath and remember those words.
Anything she could think of to prevent herself from leaping at the small fae with a growl and her claws at Faella's throat.
Stream despised Faella with a vengeance that would surprise even the most jaded and cynical dragon in the clan.
(It was personal, you see. Stream didn't like talking about it.)
She hated everything about the clan's leader, from the way the fae carried herself to how she addressed the rest of the clan.
(Stream felt that her own family had been treated unfairly, that they had been side-lined and forgotten, driven out and forced to start a new life elsewhere. Her parents had taught her to hate the fae, so the guardian had returned months later, determined to take revenge on the dragon who had driven her family to ruin.)
Her vendetta didn't spread to the other dragons.
Stream loved the rest of the clan members, and tried to treat them with as much kindness as she could muster.
The guardian's grudge was against Faella, and Faella only.
It did not spread to Rafaello.
She had absolutely no intention of getting him into her own mess.
He was the only other dragon who had loved her.
Stream hadn't meant to snatch him from right under Faella's nose, but it had just happened[i/].
Of course, it wouldn't be a very wise decision to start an uprising and overthrow Faella.
Most of the clan stood in full support of the fae, and Stream would face a lot of problems with them even if the smaller fae was disposed of.
And so, Stream decided, she would wait.
The guardian had ears, you know.
And she was very, very patient.
Empires crumble, societies fall apart.
It was only a matter of time, anyways.