Leafia

"Fate is but a suggestion. Remember that."

Leafia, name and all, was born with the stunning appearance of a nature dragon. From her Fire nest her parents saw potential for their wallets, and sold the child as a "nature representative." Separated from her parents and brother at such a young age, the green dragon did not understand what it meant to be nature or fire, just that she liked the warm, dry heat of her home.

She traveled far, brought many regions away by her new.. family? Captures? They seemed unsure of what to do with her despite paying a huge sum. They brought the child to an alchemist, and started discussing plans for genes and patterns to truly make her pop, but they seemed infuriated by the results. Leafia glimpsed the image of herself in the swirling water. Her lustrous scales were dotted with brilliant yellows and purples. "Flowers," the alchemist said hoarsely, "purple flowers wouldn't ruin your nature ascetic." Her buyers were not convinced.

Before she knew it the hatchling was abandoned in the marketplace she had been brought to. Without a cent to her name, or any memory of how to get home, she was stranded in a foreign land. Instead of despairing she wandered aimlessly through the marketplace, hoping to find something, anything, that offered comfort.

"Are you lost?" A gentle voice spoke from behind her. Leafia turned, surprised to see the massive body of a purple Imperial housing the sweet voice. "Sorta," she confessed, "I don't really belong anywhere. No one wanted me." The pruple dragon first tilted her head before smiling and lowering it down to the hatchlings level. "Well, I don't know who could turn away such a sweet little hatchling. If you like, you can come live with me and my clan. We take in all, no questions asked."

Leafia considered the offer for several heavy moments. It could be another trick, she could be turned away or sold off again, but this dragon did not seem like a bad type. Truly, she had no where else to go, so there was no reason not to try. "A-alright."