Zinnia

Dear Zinnia,

Please keep the fumes in small portions. Maybe let your workplace air from time to time. A lot of dragons walking or flying by have passed out. It has become too dangerous.

Sincerely, a fellow skull queen (~Ruby)

Zinnia considers herself an exceptional florist, and she would appreciate it if other dragons thought of her as such, thank you very much.

Growing up a plague dragon in a nature clan is inexplicably tough, and has taken quite the mental toll on Zinnia, even if she won't outright admit it herself. She has always felt unwelcome in the Gladekeeper's vibrant and vivacious domain. For the greater portion of her life, she has thought of herself no better than walking carrion-- something that would bring blight and misfortune upon everything she touched.
That is why she chose to clothe herself beak to tail in a full-body garb, to ensure she wouldn't inflict any unwanted illnesses upon an unsuspecting dragon. And on top of that, she has devoted herself to the Gladekeeper's cause by trying to bring life to plague flight territories. She experiments tirelessly on flora from all eleven territories, trying to breed the perfect hybrid plague plant. Unfortunately, her efforts are somewhat counterproductive, as her experimentation creates quite a lot of noxious fumes. Zinnia's received quite a few complaints about her mindless polluting since she's started her mission, but hasn't had the time to buy some sort of filtration device to lessen the toxins because she's serious, guys. She really thinks she's onto something this time.