Sansa

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Looking back at her life, Sansa realized that that moment should have been what lead to her passing. Moving up to it she had tried convincing herself otherwise; maybe her future clan leader would desire her pretty looks enough not to send her to their own deity, maybe she would be able to prove her worth somewhere other than the quick training that she'd receive before being sent off. Part of her thought that it was a cruelty. Why wouldn't her current clan leader just do the dirty work himself, instead of throwing her up for sale for the price of an undesired hatchling? It had been humiliating to sit at the front of the line, waiting for the verdict that would lead to her own undoing. She wasn't young anymore, the years being both kinda and unkind to her. She didn't remember much of her parents, but she remembered everything about her own children. None of them were able to stay with her very long. None of her various suitors lingered either. As an adult she never quite understood why that was.
She had made up her mind towards the end that this was where she was meant to be. It wouldn't be so terrible either, she would think while tears dripped down her face, she would be able to see her first love yet again.

But then HE came along and things changed. He really didn't have any right to give her hope like that. To reach out his hand to grasp her own and tell her that she didn't have any reason to worry. Because there was some space in his clan, and he was looking for a new mate and if she wanted, she could be that. Before she could really think about the answer she should give, the "yes" fell from her lips and her hand softly squeezed his.

Everything was a whirlwind of change from there on out.

She hadn't expected to be welcomed into a clan and given a space to call her own. It was close to the one she was to call her future mate. It gave her a mixed sense of security and paranoia that she wasn't going to be forced to live with him right away. She was afraid that she wouldn't grow to like him, or worse, that he wouldn't continue to desire her and want to discard her back to that horrible place. However, that moment never came. He cast aside her fears, telling her that even if they did not end up mated like he wished, that she now had a permanent place in their clan. Only Absolem or Vertigo could choose to cast her out now.
It was this that made her truly start to look at the male who wanted her for his mate.
Mufara was older than her, born on the last day of winter, a trait that she found both appealing and intimidating. When he was still young, he had taken a mate, however lost her and their two children to disease not long after they were born. Up until the day he found her, he hadn't been interested in taking another.
She knew that he was handsome in his own sense. There were definitely more attractive dragons that she'd seen and been with before, however none possessed the shiny golden pelt that he sported that clashed so well with the deep green of his wings and stomach.
She found his personality to be noble and honest. She knew that he wouldn't lie to her nor force her into doing anything that she wouldn't want to. He was always polite around her and made her feel lovely.