Moonflower

𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞: ORGANIZER, GATHERER, PATROLLER.
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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: She wasn't needed. Not when her nest was so packed dragons had to sleep on top of the other. She wasn't needed. So, during the night, she said her goodbyes and flew away.
She wasn't happy to leave but didn't feel sad either. She felt...free.
When she arrived at the trading post, she ran into another dragon, with scales the colour of ice and chains wrapped around his wings and dragging along the ground.
"Do you need any help?" She'd ask, concerned for the imperial. He just shook his head.
"I'll be fine." The two would continue to talk and get to know the other, and soon enough, Moonflower was offered a place to stay. She happily agreed.

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐲: She had always been called beautiful, but was it just for appearances? Moonflower didn't know what it was like to sincerely be called beautiful. She had her fair share of crushes if they could be called so, and her own fair share of admirers.
But hearing it for the first time, shyly with eyes cast to the ground..did things to her heart. Why was it beating so fast?

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: She's a gentle giant, her laugh is like air, a quiet rasp. Moonflower is shy to newcomers and often chooses to stay inside and not attend the annual tribe meetings that the Nihaad's go to. Moonflower is a night owl as well, preferring the cool night over the hot day.

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: Patrolling during the cover of night while listening to the hum of the crickets, making flower crowns for her friends. Playing with her familiar and helping Marigold with his projects. She enjoys the company of Myosotis, or Rosetta and Marigold. Maybe a little bit too much.

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧: Astra was sleeping when Myosotis brought her to the tribe, and Iris was left to think about her name. She remembered Laevis bringing her a few flowers to entertain a Fae hatchling her age...Coreopsis. The flowers were white, with a yellow star in the middle.
"They're called Moonflowers," Laevis explains in a quiet voice. Iris names her so. For her wings the pattern of the night sky, or the memory she had kept at the back of her mind, she never says.

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫: It was one of her first flight celebrations, and she was actually enjoying meeting with various clans and telling their stories. When she had enough, she flew towards Joxars to get her own familiar. Sure, plenty of others had it. But it was her own, and that was all that mattered.
"Hello there..." She hummed. The spirit of Ice lifted their head- or- if it could even be called a head...before flying in a circle around her, seemingly satisfied with their new caretaker.