Ori

Ori, like Sylvie, is one of Murkwood's familiar ambassadors, though they don't really do much of the actual conversing. They're one of the very few residents within the lair that does not have a familiar, unless Sylvie's Blackwing Croaker counts as being theirs as well. While a kind and friendly individual towards everyone around them, they are nervous around larger Beastclan folks, and will usually go out of their way to avoid dragons that are present with familiars larger than them.

The Veilspun is much more shy than other residents, but they are pretty quick to come around if their mate, Sylvie, likes someone. Once comfortable, they seem to shift into a whole new dragon, becoming much friendlier and expressive.
They are head over heels in love with Sylvie, and would likely protect her with their life if need be.

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"This one... no. Maybe this...? No..."

Ori's small claws pitter pattered across the forest floor as they paced back and forth, occasionally turning to squint very hard at the different array of flowers that grew clustered together.
It had officially been two months since Sylvie was approved to join Murkwood, and Ori wanted to celebrate by presenting her with a beautiful bouquet of the Tangled Wood's very own flowers. But none of the flowers they looked through felt perfect, deserving of giving to Sylvie. On one hand, the Blue Parrot Tulips captured the beauty and color that Sylvie loves, but the Dusk Aconite flowers reminded them of her brilliant white thorns, and would fit her well...

Ori shook their head, the budding flowers on their branches shuddering with each movement. All of the flowers would've been a great choice, but none of them felt right. But they did not want to give up and head home just yet, as the Tangled Wood offered a plethora of other plant life to choose from.

... It's just a matter of actually finding it.