Elysia

Elysia, a young Skydancer, watched the world with dark purple eyes. She sat outside her den, being one to spend most of the time inside and crafting away the hours. Most of the other dragons let her be unless they needed to ask her a question or a favor. She looked into her den, holding in a giggle at the cloud danced that slept soundly on a pile of books she had yet to put away. She had named him stormy, due to his darker grays among whites. He seemed to take a liking to it and her since she took him in a few week ago. Turning to look back out the den's mouth, Elysia watched as the sun set, purples and blues swirled around the branches that coveted much of the sky where they currently live.

After a while, the sun finally set and all the colors died away. Elysia walked back into her den and over to a large black oak desk, a gift from the elders, and picked up one of her many feathers. Dipping it in ink, she sat down and began to write, anything that came into her head she wrote into paper without any limits or restrictions. An hour later she sat her feather down, re-reading over the work before she nodded and went to let the ink dry. After hanging the paper up she sat back, only to have something fuzzy to bump her. She looked down to see Stormy looking up at with with big eyes, curious as to what she wrote this time. She gently petted his head and moved so he could look it over himself as she went to clean up the ever growing mess she called a den.