Thistle

Clan: Crystalline

Occupation: Forager and Hunter

Personality: Thistle is quiet and shy, and hates being the center of attention. She would rather retraet somewhere quiet with a god book. People compliment her for her good looks, beautiful colors and faceted eyes. Her eyes were her least favorite part about her. Dragons with faceted eyes were... different to say the least. They usually had problems such as blindness, and sometimes they had a "gift." Thistle was a gifted one. She could read minds, hearing them as voices in her head.

Short story: Thistle let her wingtips lightly brush the tree tops, listening to the streams and creeks, the hissing of the wind through the trees, and the wildlife. She was coming up on a clearing to pick some berries. Her ears pricked up. Actually, not her ears. Her ears couldn't hear what her head did. A voice came slithering its way into her head.
Why do I have to be out here while everyone else naps in the sunshine? it grumbled. Thistle silently landed, settling in a copse of trees to listen. She folded her glittering wings out of the sun.
A dark violet Nocturne stepped into the clearing. He sniffed, scanning the forest around him before glancing down to a pile of earth. Still looking around suspiciously, he stepped over and began digging. Dirt flew and he spread it smooth behind him with his tail. Finally, he reached in and brought out a small chest. Thistle's ability to get through to his mind was suddenly cut off, just a slight humming in his head. She tried harder to get in, and his head whipped up. The Nocturne reached a talon up to it, looking slightly confused. Thistle pulled out and he relaxed. He leapt into the air and took off with the box. Thistle listened to his fading wingbeats for awhile before also taking to the sky and flying back home. I wonder who he was, and what her was doing, thought Thistle.