Mithril

Mithril does not remember her time as a hatchling. She must've been raised by someone. There was a dragon who fed her, and protected her when she was too small to fly. The memories have faded, whether by injury or time she is unsure. The first thing she can remember is awaking to a peaceful dawn, the gentle warmth of the morning sun much like that of a mother's love. So born in the eyes of the Lightweaver, Mithril allows her faith to guide her.

As Matriarch of her clan she acts as mediator for her people, helping solve the few issues that arise when personalities crash. She also acts as spiritual leader, offering sanctuary to all weary travelers and guidance to young dragons looking to find their way in the world. It is important to her that every dragon which passes through the Morning Light find their way to wherever they believe their meant to be, although it is always bittersweet to watch them travel to another place. But not every dragon can be at home in her golden seaside cliffs.