Biscotti

A former travelling shopkeep with a mysterious past, Biscotti now lends her time to the clan that often caught her eye while passing through the Gladeveins. Her past is not mysterious due to lack of information, but rather an abundance of it. When overheard conversing with herself or her apprentice Mango, she is always speaking of tales that simply contradict each other. Be it time, place, or actions, something never adds up. She always speaks as if she has lived many more lives than the one she is currently inhabiting.

She decided to settle down after an experiment of hers led to an explosion inside of her shop cart. Tired of the unavoidable sleeping spells that often plague Spirals, she was determined to craft a potion that would allow her "more hours in a day". Lucky for her Angus was in the area looking for medicinal ingredients when the explosion had happened. Though Biscotti had sustained no mortal wounds, she was unconscious when Angus found her splayed out like a sundried salamander amongst the smouldering embers of her once quaint mobile shop.

Her whole life her scales had been dull and colorless compared to other dragonkin born of the light. Though this did bother her to an extent, she tried to envelop her thoughts in her studies rather than focus on silly details such as cosmetics and genes. Before she was knocked out, Biscotti was sure this trial was a failure, but unbeknownst to her Angus watched her scales quickly began to shift and prickle at the sunlight that was able to overpower the multicolored smoke that shrouded her. Angus had hoisted her onto his back to bring her back to the clan lair, but he swore on his lucky headband she was so light he was surprised she didn't pass right through his paws when he picked her up.

For Biscotti, the last time she had closed her eyes she was a plain spiral dragon born of the light being subjected to another experiment related explosion. The next she opened them she was alone in an unfamiliar medbay den. Her scales had turned a brilliant silver gemlike texture. The webbing of her wings took the appearance of stained glass depicting a murky winter night. Before she could even fathom where she was, she splayed out her newly enhanced wings and took off full speed out of the medbay and upwards (leaving a lovely mess for Angus to clean). She was so hungry. She didn't know why yet, but she needed the sunlight! She perched atop a large glossy palm leaf and basked in the sunlight. Her smiles' brightness rivaled that of the sun.

I did it

she thought gleefully

I'll never have to slumber, as long as there is light.

Just as she intended with her experiment, Biscotti has not needed to sleep since. She will become weak when there is a new moon, but it is often ignored as she still has enough energy to continue her work through until morning. The soft glow of the fireflies that are drawn to her coloration help her stay conscious throughout the night. Her familiar EarlGrey is always happy to act as her Bunsen burner, be it for a witchlike brew or a warm cup of tea. Even now enjoys dabbling in odd experiments and creates the occasional (contained) blast within her lab. Acting as the clan's apothecary, she creates unique and effective medicines for Angus. Angus assures her it was simply his duty as a medic to save her regardless of if she was a clan member or not, but she says she is forever indebted to him.
However, Mango says it is less of a debt and more shame for the scolding she got from him after leaving his medbay a disaster.