Solia

Solia wants the world and will take it over. But in a nice way. She loves sleeping on a nest of blankets, so she would give everyone a bed of blankets. It's only fair. Which is why she was out in the middle of the forest after her clanmate said 'if you want a flower, get one yourself'. She already found a really pretty pink one, the color of lavender and plums, but now she needed to find a second one for him. How would he feel if she got such a beautiful flower and he got nothing? Even if he was always a bit too rude, and always a bit too mean, he still should have a flower. Solia has to find one, she just has to.
That's what all of her focus on instead of the setting sun, until she realized she can't tell the different between a stick and a flower in the rising moon. She huffed and turned around to go back home, when she realized she couldn't even figure out where she came from. Panic started rising in her chest, when a flash of deep purple under the night sky went across her vision. Solia scampers back in fright, bumping into something...big. Turning around, she's ankle height with a gigantic Guardian, but who's smiling warmly down at her.
"Now...why are you out here all alone?" The large lavender dragon knelt down to little Solia's height, and Solia puffed out her chest.
"I needed a flower, so I went to get a flower because no one ever wants to get me any flowers." Her reasoning seems infantile when said out loud, but Solia decided to at least try and make it sound serious. That doesn't seem to work, considering the matriarch before her just chuckles.
"Well, you already have one. Isn't that enough?"
"No! I have to bring one back for my friend."
"Your friend? Your friend let you come out here all alone, and hasn't even tried finding you yet?"
"I guess not...but he'll still like it...I guess."
They both stare at each other for a minute, until Solia slumps down.
"I hate it there. No one ever treats me right. I just want flowers and blankets and pretty things but no one appreciates it. It's not like I won't share."
"Well, we'd love to have someone with your generous little personality." The Guardian nudges solia's cheek, and the hatchling grins.
"You would? And I would have blankets? And flowers?!"
"Well, you could help us find all of that stuff, but yes. You could."
"No one will miss me. Could I come with you?"
"Of course. It's getting late anyway, get on my back." Solia climbs onto the Guardian's back, and yawns.
"My name is Solia." She murmurs as she gets comfortable.
"And I'm Kalkay. Nice to meet you." The Guardian says, and Solia smiles as Kalkay's Sprite nestles the flower she hunted down into her sleeping arms.

Adopted from Grim's Free Adoption and Library!