Fletching

When she mysteriously appeared out of the haze with a humble gift of ore and good fortunes for the clan, she was treated with suspicion at first. Lyria quickly took to the seldom-spoken Skydancer, sensing some deeper magical knowledge that Parhelion dismissed as 'being weird'.
Fletching knows the Ashfall Waste like the back of her claws. Her long forays into the searing soil and plumes of smoke often see her gone for months at a time. She often returns just long enough to deposit ingredients, herbs and very specific obsidian shards in her part of the Blood Forge lair before she is off once again.
Reclusive and always busy with something, Fletching shies away from the company of other dragons, instead preferring to socialize with animals and the wild landscape of her fiery home. Though she is on the wild side of things, she has gained excellent skill in soothsaying and mysticism, tapping into the raw elemental energies that shape the Flamecaller's domain. With a campfire-sized blaze and a few powders, she can predict both good and bad from the shape of the smoke and flame, her eyes alight with wisdom. She seems to have a plant and a weird chant for just about everything. Lyria could not be more fond of her; without the luxury of seeing her every day, Parhelion keeps forgetting her completely.