Astrol

Unlike the rest of her nestmates, who always seemed to look to the sky, Astrol looked to the ground. More specifically, the long, winding, passages deep below the earth that was carved claw or an ancient path of water, long since dried up. Ever since she was old enough to understand the concept of longing she knew that's what she felt for the small dark underground passages. No where else would you get true darkness like an underground cave, where without fire, the darkness seemed to be a heavy weight, laying on her scales and eyes.

Luckily for her, she managed to turn her love or more fittingly, obsession with knowing darkness into a profitable career. For her it was more of a by-product then her goal. As she wandered deep thoroughout the tunnels under the earth, she gathered crystals and gold. Sometimes she even found ancient monuments. The dark, deep tunnles in the isles seemed to have an -energy that she couldn't describe. The deeper she went into the earth however, the more it unsettled her. She soon moved lands, trying out the Windswept Plateau to see if the air on her scales would draw her back from the callings of underground tunnels. Unfortunately for her, it failed.

She still ventures into the dark tunnels now. But the tunnels of the Plateau didn't have the same whispers that the isles' did so she felt safe. She allied with the Flowering Steppe clan to give her place to lie in the sun and live, with the wind along her scales (and ignore the whispers calling her below)
At least for a moment.