The Eldest Monk.
Marigold never looked like a marigold. The flowers were always much livelier than she. And as they never bloomed in her colors, she often wondered why she had been named such. During a visit from her father, a Plague dragon who visited occasionally to be with her mother, she asked.

"Why was I named after a flower I look nothing like?" Questions such as this were common with the young Coatl.

"Well, my most curious daughter," Boo began, and then paused. "You are as bright as the sun. And Marigolds are said to be the Herb of the Sun. And so, I think that is why."

Marigold pondered her father's answer, and then bid him goodbye. He visited less and less now with time passing. And soon, she would not be Shrieking Wilds herself. The Clan Leaders had informed her of a special task, which involved her leaving essentially.

"Mother, why am I to leave? Are there not stronger dragons that are better suited?" She had hounded her elders, her mother especially, with questions like this since she'd heard the news.

"We all part from the place of our births at some point. Whether it's to go to another clan, or to serve the lords and ladies who bless us." Elaine had had enough of her daughters curious nature. "You were told to train in the coliseum, and so you shall. I'll hear no more argument on this."

Marigold, dejected, could only nod and leave her mother. While there were few who appreciated the young coatl's questions, and fewer still who had answers (to quite possibly silly questions, like "How does it seem to be day all the time in the LightWeaver's domain, yet night constantly in The Tangled Wood when they're right next to each other?").

It would be her father that Marigold missed when the time came to leave, because he would not be there to see her off.