Formerly thought to be a plague spy, Papillion was a peaceful tundra with only good intentions. She has explained that she came here not of malicious intent, but to flee the rotting of her honeland. The longer she stayed among the plague, the more upset she became. As a result, she became a pacifist, refusing to fight in fear of her own plague upbringing.
“This land is not ours to infect!” she argued with her former clan leader.
“Don’t you see? If we spread too far, we will destroy lives. I refuse to destroy any longer!”
With that, she fled to the Viridian Labyrinth, hoping to find solace in the greenery.
Eventually, a guard, Amethyst, found her in the underbrush, looking distraught. When asked what’s wrong, she explained that she ran away from her home. All the while, Papillion refused to show her plague red eyes. As Amethyst walked her home, she explained that the clan she guarded was a widely accepting one.
“Even of plague?” asked Papillion.
Amethyst smiles. “Especially plague”
Once taken to the leader, a mirror named GreyVale, Papillion is met with a giddy, four eyed grin. Did someone give her news of Papillion’s arrival? Perhaps that spiral she spotted on the way here?
“Welcome to GroveClan, rebellious one”
Amethyst and Papillion have grown quite close over the moons. However, she has made a decision that would effect the both of them. Her former clan is looking for her, bent on punishing her for treason against their leader. She must conceal her identity. On one spring morning, a trip to the marketplace presented her with an answer. She would become a fae. Smaller and more nimble, she could easily avoid the wandering eyes of her former clanmates.
However, this did not bode well for her relationship with Amethyst. Her now monotone voice and new behaviors have made it difficult for her to see Papillion as the same dragon.
“It’s still me, Ammie” she comforts, trying to sound sincere. “I’m still the same dragon you found weeping in the wood”
Amethyst sighs. “I’m sorry. I need time to adjust to the new you. During this time, I think we should see others”
“Ammie...”