- Lillian, as most Coatls do, was born in the scorching hot territories of Fire, but she didn't have a chance to grow up there: her parents, who weren't familiar with the territories themselves, were assaulted by Ashspine Weavers overnight and dragged into lava. Lillian happened to be either much more resistant, much more alike with an insect, or alerted much sooner not to be murdered in the same fashion. No one knows. For sure, Coatl herself can't remember.

- She grown up with a Beastclan, migrating long distances with almost every known sentient specie, Marens excluded. It is unknown whether her child-like body condition is a result of being taken care of improperly (as for a dragon) in her childhood, which led to her malnutrition not letting her grow to the full size, or if certain Beastclan rituals were performed to keep her form safe for them, and probably more survival-prone in their living conditions (small size, insect-like eyes, capsule body and butterfly wings might have helped her to cover longer distances with little food restock and constant dangers awaiting). The only thing that is known by fact, Beastclan treated her just like their own clanmate, protecting and taking care of her while she herself provided fire for their blacksmiths.

- Lillian's first introduction to the dragonkin was when she reached the Shadow region, which happened to be her accidentally meeting with a few migrating veilspuns, so small that they managed to slip past her guardian's attention. Veilspuns decided to help her escape, hypnotizing the Bearded Yeti to carry her out, out and far away from their camp. When the hypnose worn off, veilspuns threatened to lead poor Yeti off the cliff if he and his kin will ever trap the Coatl again. Since then, they both had to stick among the dragon lairs, attracting as little attention to themselves as possible.

- It is actually much easier for Lillian to communicate with the Beastclan than with other dragons, or Coatls even. It seems that she learned their fashion of exchanging whistles and screeches as her mother tongue, greatly enjoying the lack of complexity and loudness of their exclamations. She never held a hard, thoughtful conversation before, too: for most of the times, she just listened to other members of her clan discussing their plans among each other, while she was given simple orders, she had no trouble with accomplishing.