Rosie

Rosie loves laying. On the constant prowl for terrain to rest on, they seek a place that feels just right. Whether it be frostbite cold, white-hot flames, prickly burrs & shrubbery, slimy sticky goo, damp & lukewarm puddles, micro & macro stalagmites, unending stormy ravines, lightning-likely altitudes, pitch-black caverns, & magic crystalline peaks. Many tease Rosie about the "discomfort" of these sites, but Rosie laughs & ventures forth to find new textures they can roll around in.
Wandering into Light territory, Rosie feels for new ground to break, something that makes this territory unique. The earth & grass between their toes, the warm breeze brushing against their scales, the sweet scent of flora wafting into their nostrils, hold no interest for this particular Snapper. Days of searching in the light turn up luckless.
"This place is not enough! Not hot enough, not cold enough, not windy enough, not wet enough, not rocky enough, not bushy enough, not oily enough, not dark enough, not sparky enough, not gemmy enough! There is only light!"
Undeterred, Rosie spends their days pushing, pulling, digging, and crushing where they shouldn't, being scolded by the Light people for breaking their belongings & destroying their dwellings, seeking a place that feels just "light".