Brownie

Biography:

Brownie hatched in a Fire clan, and was regarded with love and warmth from day one. Just like his parents, he belonged to the Frosted Cake subspecies: a type of dragon just as fun and whimsical as the name implied. Brownie was a rambunctious hatchling positively bursting with energy, constantly running everywhere and snooping around the clan’s forges. It was probably a mix of luck and divine intervention that he never got accidentally dumped into a furnace or whacked over the head with a hammer.
To say Brownie “mellowed out” as he grew up would be a false statement. At the cusp of adulthood he was just as playful and loud as he was when he was little, but he could at least boast that he now had some common sense. Enough to know that the Ashfall Waste was not where he was meant to spend his life-- that it was time for him to move on.
Armed with a satchel of supplies and the well wishes of his birth clan, Brownie set out for new horizons. He made his way north, feeling out the other elemental regions and seeing where he might like to live.
The Shifting Expanse: nope. Static cling and foreign Tundras did not make a good combination.
The Sea of a Thousand Currents: too wet. Brownie didn’t make it farther than the Tsunami Flats before his fur was waterlogged, gross, and tangled with bits of kelp.
The Sunbeam Ruins: far too serious. No one laughed at Brownie’s jokes. And they were good jokes, too.
The Tangled Wood: spooky. Not to mention he got stuck in the Foxfire Bramble because there were thorns caught in his fur.

By the time he made it to the Viridian Labyrinth, Brownie was tuckered out from his long journey and more than a bit desperate. His first night in the Nature realm, he found the closest bit of soft grass and took a well deserved rest.
Of course it didn’t last long, for the specific patch of grass he settled on also happened to house a nest of very, very irritated ants.
Brownie ran through the moonlit jungle yelling at the top of his lungs as tiny sets of mandibles chomped down all over his body. Brownie was a Fire dragon and didn’t actually know what it felt like to burn, but he had to guess this searing pain was quite similar to it.
Running panicked through a jungle was dangerous for a number of reasons, but luckily the Mirror dragon Brownie collided with was friendly enough.

Best Friend: Firestar

Needless to say, Firestar was caught off guard when a screaming Tundra came from nowhere and slammed into her. The two went tumbling and rolling together down a hill, eventually landing in what was thankfully a stream and not another nest of insects.
When Brownie and Firestar surfaced, sputtering, they paddled to the shallows and shook themselves out. The water had at least gotten the ants off of Brownie, but the bites were stinging.
Brownie introduced himself to the bewildered Mirror staring at him, and she told him her own name: Firestar. Now that the surprise had worn off she seemed rather grumpy about the whole situation, but she didn’t deign to attack him or chase him off. He seemed to be in a bad enough spot anyways.
Firestar meant to leave him there, but when she turned and stalked away Brownie simply trotted after her and cracked a joke about their antics. Nothing Firestar did could shake him, so she resolved to just take him with her back to her clan and dump him on Nightshade-- a dragon far more equipped to deal with bad puns and the smell of wet Tundra.

Mate: Nightshade

Of all the reasons to be woken up in the middle of the night, Nightshade would have to say that an ant bitten Tundra was not one she was expecting. Firestar, a friend of hers despite her snooty attitude, poked her awake and ordered her to “deal with him.” Nightshade had no idea who “he” was as Firestar slinked away-- until she saw the sheepish Tundra lingering by the entrance to her den, swollen with countless bug bites. She quickly ushered him to take her place in her nest, and got him laying down so she could apply a salve to the welts.
As Nightshade scurried off to find the right salve, all Brownie could do was lie there and come to terms with the fact that he had just discovered the most beautiful dragon in all of Sornieth. The sting of his ant bites felt distant as he thought about that beautiful Guardian, and very casually sniffed at her nest to memorize her scent. Maybe it was creepy, but Brownie was already in love.
By the time she came back, Brownie had the perfect pickup line.
“Did it hurt?”
“What?” Nightshade asked as she looked him over worriedly.
“When you fell from the top of the Behemoth?”

Nowadays, when Nightshade tells this story with her mate Brownie at her side, she always tells this part, then laughs and remarks that she “never stood a chance.”

Lore written by Skifter