Thea

Thea laughed as she walked through the Clan's common area, seeing the hatchlings playing games and pulling pranks and adult dragons gossiping about the latest news of Sornieth. She searched the crowd for her mate Cloud, looking forward to the picnic they would have later. He would always bring her the nicest places. Just as she was about to give up looking for him, someone tapped Thea's shoulder. She turned around to see Cloud, and smiled. "About time! Are we still going on that picnic?" she said, making fun of her mate a little bit. "Got caught up at work, and of course we're still going, as long as you still want to." he responded, taking her hand and beginning to guide her towards one of the many lagoons in the Viridian Labyrinth. They would be swimming there after the picnic, if everything went as planned. Thea always though it was crucial to have a plan, even if it wasn't needed. As they arrived to the location, Thea gasped in shock. The forest was lush and beautifully green, and framed a clear lagoon with perfect diving rocks and a small, burbling waterfall off to the side. She looked at the satisfied expression on Cloud's face, and knew that he had picked the perfect place for a picnic. "This might even top last time!" Thea said happily, barely resisting the urge to fly around the area like an overexcited hatchling. This looked to be a very enjoyable afternoon in the Viridian Labyrinth.

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Thea collects pansies, primroses, violets, daisies- if it flowers or has a sweet scent, she wants a pot of it to take home to line her extremely overblooming lair. Thea became the clan florist, selling beautiful boquets to passersby- often just giving them away, but since she gets the flowers by wandering the woodlands, she doesn't mind if she gets nothing in return for them- the smile on the recipient's face is enough.
Thea has custodianship over the Glen Gate, a vast garden of roses near the southern entrance to Oakheart territory. She is always sending away for cuttings and bare-rooted seedlings from far-off clans, and cries every time one of them withers and dies from transplant shock, or gets eaten by aphids, or gets black spot. She often has her nose in a book to read the latest methods for making her roses blossom more beautifully and lush. She loves making bouquets for special ceremonial occasions- often spending weeks training rose boughs into shapes beforehand, just to serve in a few minutes of spectacle.

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Thea acts as a conduit for other dragons, a source of energy radiating outwards, from her touch or from her smile. She seems to have focused it down, to her own advantage, to be imbued through the flowers she happily hands out to everyone, so each one quite literally brightens the day of the recipient. She is lucky in her choice of clan, as there are very few dragons likely to casually sap her energy without thinking of her wellbeing; of the other Water clansfolk, Leilani and Mermaid keep to themselves and near the ocean or waterways, Agrippa is magically illiterate (and probably socially illiterate as well, she thinks) and Eskame is just a wanderer, a passer-by. Miracle, however, is both a bad influence and a dear friend. They often have afternoon tea parties, reading sappy poetry to one another, and musing over their love lives (with their respective beloveds, not with each other)- Miracle swears that whenever they fall asleep in the sunshine, he dreams of the most exquisite ballads, the more heartrending poems and lyrics for songs that could make a stone weep with joy. He always awakes in a flurry of creative energy, determined to write down all that he saw in his dreams- but Thea always wakes exhausted, drained of energy, and has to spend the next day in bed. It's more than worth it, though, because Miracle dedicates his poems to his 'Muse', which she smiles at because it makes the sillier gossips talk amongst themselves, speculating at who it might be.