Willow

"Just...hold still. Let me try to heal it for you."

The clan's healer, Willow tends to flit anxiously around the lair searching for any signs of injuries or illness. Born with barklike scales and beautiful jungle-hued feathers, he fancies himself a druid of the highest caliber. Toting his nature sprite and naturalist adornments, he attempts to commune with spiritual magic as he tends to his clanmates' wounds. There's just...one problem.

Willow is an earth dragon. And he lives amongst a clan of fire dragons skulking about the volatile and craggy molten scar.

Naturally (This is a pun.) his prayers to nature and the Gladekeeper go unanswered. When he ventures close to the veridian labyrinth, Willow can't help but sigh in jealousy at the way nature dragons so effortlessly shape the flora to their whims.

Still, he attempts to make due and find a place in his clan. Though the molten scar stinks of sulfur and volcanic rock, it provides enough earth for him to attempt his own magical craft. But - if you think it sounds painful to be healed by a dragon mashing mud and dirt into your wounds, you can imagine why his clanmates prefer to seek alternate healing methods.