A lone Coatl walked through a wooded path, unsure of where she was going, or where she even was really..

Misty always felt like she never really fit in a lot of places, and always found herself leaving, on her way to parts unknown.. Sometimes Misty would wonder if she'd ever find a clan that she'd really fit into, but right now, she mostly wondered where she was, nothing looked familiar..

Suddenly, she heard something, it sounded like.. Jingling bells..?

"..Okay.. that's strange..", she said, looking around, she was about to start walking again when she heard a giggle.

"Hey! Who's there?!", yelled Misty, looking round once more.

"..Just relax, my, dear, no need to fear.. It's just little ol' me up here..", said an unseen voice.

"Up here..?", Misty then looked up to the trees, there she saw a male Coatl, wearing a black and white jester costume..

"What the..? Who are you? And what are you doing in that tree?", she asked.

"Just relaxing up here, as you gaze, is none other than Hayze, the Shadow Mage. And the reason I am in this tree, the view is nice up here, you see", replied the male Coatl, now known as Hayze.

Misty blinked, at loss for words, this was honestly the weirdest Dragon she had ever met.

"And might I say, though you look as pretty as a bouquet of flowers, you seem as though you've been walking for hours", said the jester.

"Uh.. Thank you.. and, yes.. I guess I have been walking for awhile.. I don't really have a destination", responded Misty.

"Those without destinations.. Those are my specialty! Those are the lucky ones I invite to come with me", said Hayze, as he jumped out of the tree and in front of Misty.

"..Come with you where..?", asked Misty, suspiciously.
"Up the path ahead, to join my band, doesn't that just sound grand", answered Hayze.

"Your band?", questioned Misty puzzled.

"I lead band of minstrels and mystics, we travel around, and then we go home, with tales and trinkets abound!", informed the jester.

"Are you sure you want me? I'm a bit of a misfit", said Misty.

"Those kind of Dragons are our majority, to find one that's normal would be a rarity", said Hayze, with a shake of his head, making the bells on his hat jingle, "just come and see, you'll fit right in, simply follow me!", He then began walking up the path.

Misty just stared a minute, pondering whether she should follow him or not.