Roslyn

Roslyn was born amongst one of the many lairs keen to the legend of the Arcanist. Never one that stood out, the small fae grew up in the background of many amazing dragons that all were praised for their specialities and rare designs, though she neber hated the others she did always feel just slightly out of place amongst all the amazing dragons.
It was only one day when a strange marking appeared upon one of the fully grown fae's that was also rather plain that something stirred in the fae. The marking appeared to be of the skeleton of the fae race. As much as she would have enjoyed the spotlight, she could see how Harlow dashed away from it. Though the markings had worried many, causing a good bit of backlash and it was when Roslyn found that Harlow ran away that Roslyn decided to take it upon herself to find Harlow.
Once she found Harlow, she took the younger dragoness under her wing, the two exploring the land til they found a hidden cave, hidden behind a deep forest and water grotto where purple flowering vines hid the enterance. It started out as just the two of the fae's before the cries of two young hatchlings caught the attention of Roslyn. She was shocked to see two multi-eyed hatchlings, one a fae with markings of Harlow and a spiral. She had sent Harlow to search for the parents, but none had appeared for miles. Once Harlow returned, the two females decided to take in the the two hatchlings raising them as their small clan grew.

Roslyn, despite being a very plain Fae, loves to stand out amongst the crowds, dressing herself in eye catching clothing, telling everyone the lanterns are just to brighten her appearance. Though she only adorned them when the hatchlings began to cry in the dark of the cave at night. Her love for other dragons very clear in every action she does, taking in every abandoned hatchling or loner dragon. Despite her mothering nature she has never found a mate of her own to settle a nest with, her busy body self almost always finding something that needs her attention. She had it put in her head that she was much too plain for a mate and though she would never tell one, she does believe it. She loves magic, especially plant based magic, always carrying flowers to work with into her potions and dont be surprised if you hear a loud bang where ever she is, though, follow the smoke and she will never be there, always flittering away and appearing at the scene out of no where. At least the smoke leaves a floral scent.