Blue

Coatls may have a feathered coat, but they weren't made for the cold. Sent into the frozen wasteland, a stranger left unnamed, she was burning from frost. It was pure luck that saved her, as the storm blew her towards the Ashfall Waste, and she was saved by a fishing clan in the Blacksand Annex. She vowed to get as far away from the Southern Icefield as she could, a promise that brought her deep into the heart of Dragonhome, where she found a large clan that seemed to take in every wanderer who stumbled into it's territory. A clan filled with all types of dragons, she found herself draw to the clattering noises of fire ancients who knew only warmth and noise, and the nervous shuffling of their caretaker, a coatl with eyes like hers...

She still felt the cold in her pelt, but warmth still beats in her heart.