"I plant flowers."
"Is that...all you do?"
"Yeah. Got a problem?"
"...no."
"Good. Get out of my garden. I've got to terraform this nasty desert one way or another, and your dirty paws aren't helping when they're crushing my fresh blooms."

Position: (she gardens. it's important. leave her alone.)

Hellebore is an older coatl that has no time for the nonsense that the Luddites usually partake in. She is here to live peacefully and fulfill an obligation to Storm. Her thick species dialect isn't terribly difficult to understand, but she grows exasperated in long conversations and prefers to tend the flowers and crops that she grows with the help of Bee. She gets along very well with the wildclaw, and is one of her only close friends. They have recently moved in together, and while they don't share more than a few words during the day, they communicate through their shared love of flowers and gardening.

Hellebore is farsighted, although only recently obtained glasses as a gift from Bee.

Hellebore also doesn't have a song. Who has time for that nonsense? The flowers need watering.