Lumi

Lumi came to the small lair as a hatchling, one of the first alongside Rosiliria and Rosamere. Her first and most important memory of her life in the Zephyr Steppes was one of self-realization.
Her pink friend was wiggling and moving, stripes flashing, and Lumi wondered a little about her friend's bright colors. Rosamere was white and black splotches, and the light reflected off her pale orange gem crackles. Lumi looked at her own crystalline body, the barely-there pale ice-blue smoke that accented it and came to the conclusion that her friends were beautiful. Lumi could find them things, the perfect things, to make them look even more pretty. Lace, ribbons, plumes of feathers.

Lumi played with the old fae dragon's things, finding a little treasure trove of apparel. Yes, the hatchling thought, putting the Sage cover on her own head, even though it didn't fit. That's what I wanna do.

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