Sunniva

A ruby shrine statuette brought to life by some unknown force, centuries after her goddess was forgotten, Sunniva fiercely defends the stretch of forest belonging to the now defunct temple held in eternal autumn. The disappearance of the only person she was devoted to might have given her some attachment issues (as well as the general problems suddenly being alive has. Eating, sleeping and breathing puzzle her).

Seems very distant and flighty when not violent, but anxiously observes the dragons of the neighbouring clan (especially females, as they remind her of her deity) from the shadows of the trees, too afraid to get closer, too lonely to stay away. They only know her as a very dangerous wood spirit who tends to go for the organs. If she'd lighten up a little, one would find the skydancer to be a nervous, silk-hiding-steel type, one who gestures wildly in conversation, with a great love of red flowers and weaponry metalwork (and classic literature, if she knew how to read).
She's recently begun to watch one dragon in particular, a larger white coatl with snowy eyes, carrying lingering notes of sandalwood. Not that, um, she would know. What they smelled like. Of course.

Has a soft, husky voice which she's able to 'throw' to unnerve people. It's really not helping her image.

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Feline Inquiries
Sunniva slunk through the forest and up to the treeline, barely close enough to see the outskirts of the nearby clan where her hopeful goal was. She'd spent the past four hours walking the forest's edge, careful to remain unseen by any of the dragon clan's denizens lest they start panicking about strange statues lurking in the woods again. It'd taken her nearly six months to get them to stop talking about her like some sort of wretched creature of the occult. She scowled at the thought, remembering the horrible things dragons had told their hatchlings about her. It was horribly rude of them to claim that she'd gobble up hatchlings just for a little bit of misbehaving, she wasn't some made up story for parenting!

The skydancer stalked around the trees, all but leaping up into them at the slightest hint of life. She didn't want to risk being spotted as she snuck around town, hoping to spot her destination before being caught here. Superstitions might lead to her being stoned to death if she were caught, or worse; she'd be asked to socialize with the clan at large. That simply wouldn't do, she had a goal here! Sunniva dashed between buildings, hiding behind sheds and fountainheads and even under a porch to get to her destination. It was midday as she got to her destination - a small cottage that she knew must belong to that coatl she so desperately wanted to properly meet. Sunniva knew her name only by her mailbox: Celandine. Oh what a lovely name it was, the skydancer thought, fawning as she knocked on the door. Now was her chance! She straightened out, waiting for her hopes and dreams to answer the door.

Instead of a coatl, a very fluffy, very large cat came from the smaller door at the base of the door. A cat door, perhaps? It was only then that she looked down, nearly screaming in frustration at the sign. "Be back next week! Leave all inquiries with the cats."