Plan: Spiral/Iri/Bee/Opal/Glowing

This fae was formed of unfathomable power. The fae was formed knowing the rules. Three miracles, no more, no less, before midnight. The location of the third miracle would determine which deity she would serve for the rest of her time as a mortal, lest she miss the opportunity and have to wait another thousand years. And she couldn't wait anymore. I have work to do, she thought. She was overflowing with a purpose that burned in her with the power of all the stars, but with every passing second her memories of what she was before this - what she wanted - all just out of her reach. She had a purpose. There was something she needed to do. But she couldn't remember and so she couldn't do it and so she flew over Sornieth for hours.

Somewhere among the lands of The Lightweaver, the fae spotted a lone Coatl stopped at the edge of a mass grave. A single Coatl, seemingly the only living dragon for miles, some 120 stone statues carved out in honor of the deceased. The fae thought about death - that applied to her now. She had something to do, and only so much time to do it. Had these dragons had something to do? Had they done it? Could she do it? Did she have time? A dragon's life can be so fragile. And I only have until midnight. I have a life now. What is worth that? What is worth my life? she wondered. And she wondered about the coatl, who was not dead, and only left behind. The fae thought that love would make those two things the same. And the fae thought about love. And death. And the living. And she thought about it for some time.

Then, something. The coatl wasn't moving anymore. Something wasn't right - wasn't she a pale, shimmering sight from so high up? She wasn't so shiny anymore. The fae dove down for a better look and immediately felt it. Power, but unlike hers, maybe even stronger. Hungry. Cold. Empty. Pained. The coatl's expression wore all of those feelings behind a blank stare, the stone overtaking much of her body now - perhaps she could still make it out. "Hey, it's time to go," the fae said. This wasn't always a sad place. "There's nothing left here," she coaxed. Every time she stopped - the fraction of a second it took her wing to change direction - she could feel the emptiness settling in. What's worth my life? she pretended to wonder, but she had decided. She tried to give some more advice to the coatl, but she had work to do.

The fae flew as fast as she could, away from the sunlight that did not provide any heat. And she thought about death. And she thought about being left behind. And she thought about her first miracle. Love. She didn't know the coatl, or herself, but she knew enough. She needed something powerful enough to push a coatl out of the cursed clan's territory. Nearby, a two chipskinks wrestled on a stump, trying to push the other off. There were other chipskinks surrounding them, like... sports? It couldn't be. She waited for the winner and grabbed it. This creature calls himself Phoenix, said a voice in her head. She didn't want to waste time considering that this was an ability she would lose with her powers. She wanted to make him a guardian or an imperial, something with size and power, but she miracled him into a chipper young mirror instead. He would just have to do. "Are you okay?" she asked it, eventually convincing him to help her rescue the coatl.

Her next two miracles were lined up - she had to decide where to do them. I still don't know who I am, she thought. She looked back at her new companions. I am a work in progress, and I always will be. And I have to be okay with that, she decided. And she decided. Now knowing where to go, the fae had Phoenix take Oak and follow her. They were going west, across the sea. They arrived in the windswept plateau, and everything was perfect. Or, it was about to be.

Miracle two. She thought about being left behind. The chipskink seemed to enjoy jumping and flying and shouting quite a bit, but she couldn't force him to forever. That wasn't the kind of person she wanted to be - she called his name, and by the time her words reached his ears her second gift would have already taken effect - he could take any form he wanted. He could go home.

Miracle three. She thought about death. She had done so much thinking today. It felt like a lot. She looked at Oak. She stopped thinking. Her mouth started saying words she was barely aware of saying. She hoped they made sense. She heard herself tell Oak that she didn't have to stay if she didn't want to. She really hoped she wanted to. She wanted to say something else, but all the other words were too much or too little. She closed her eyes, and lifted the curse on the coatl that had helped her understand everything she knew about being mortal. She still only understood so much, but she hoped Oak would want to stick around to teach her more about everything. She wondered if love was a thing that had to be taught.

It was one word that let the fae know the answer. The love was already inside her. "Stay." It was like music, like hearing a real word spoken for the first time. She longed to hear more of it, and Oak granted her wish and the fae learned more about love. "I never got your name," was what would snap the fae out of her joyful stupor. "Do you... Have anything in mind?" the fae asked. In the background, she could hear her little chipskink friend still enjoying his dragon voice. "MAGIC DRAGON LADY."
"BECKETHA."
"HURGLAMURTHISA"
Then he paused to just shout for a minute.
"PINMORF."
"DRAGON 1."
"NOT PHOENIX." Phoenix kindly offered every name he could think of. The fae had only begun to consider how bad it would really be to be Becketha or Dragon 1 for the rest of her life when Oak had begun to call her Angel. Angel thought it was one of the sweetest things she had ever heard. What angel said was, "No. Bad. Cheesy. Try again." and took off before Oak could actually try again. She was keeping it.