She was one of the first to emerge, from the shadowed bramble where her brethren lived. One of the first to show themselves to the world of dragonkind, to join the ranks of her fellow dragons. Her eyes glimmered with distrust at first, then misunderstanding, and she would steal. Gold from the manes of Gaolers, silver from the wrists of Skydancers, bronze buttons off the coats of Snappers. All of it, gone with a flutter and slip, and she'd hoard them away in her den.
She left her life of petty theft only when she discovered her passion for industrial espionage. A conniving Veil, she began to steal secrets instead of silver. Lined the nest of her mind with the knowledge forbidden to her. Brought those sacred secrets back to the Coffeehouse in exchange for room and board, giving up her treasures for safekeeping in their museum. Eventually, with time and trust built on, she chose to join their ranks and to stay within their hallowed halls.

Pure 2nd generation Veilspun offspring from the oldest veilspun dragon on FR.