Sassafras

The strange Snapper used her crystalline skin to blend into the crystal waterfall as she watched the two clans move across the island. Both clans, nameless and led by agents of chaos, met with blankets and food to exchange gossip over their picnic lunches and their festive afternoon effectively trapped Sassafras against the glittery rocks for too many hours.

Havoc leaned closer to Mads and asked the blue-haired satyr, "How long does you think that new Snappie will stays in da water hiding from us?"

Mads chucked and shook her head, blue 'locks bouncing in the movement, and admitted, "Probably as long as she thinks we don't see her, Havoc." Then the giggling satyr looked over her shoulder and invited the new dragon, "You could just join our picnic instead! We have food!"

Sassafras blushed a deep gold and pulled away from the comforting crystals to stomp over to the unofficial leaders of the clans that resided on the island that drifted with the currents. "Dat's better," smiled the silver poodle as she sniffed the dragon's feet. "You's filled with magicks, ain't ya?" the little dog snapped at the Snapper and the startled terror frozen on Sassafras' face was all the answer the two needed. "We loves the dragon magicks," Havoc enthused as she wiggled her stumpy tail in excitement.

The crystalline dragon was startled, as she had been banished for wielding such unpredictable arcane powers! She hesitantly nodded, admitted she was filled with the shameful magic that could call up fire from stone, and waited to be banished again from a family.

Instead, Havoc the poodle bounced around her feet and whimpered, "Oh, you's so perfec! Come come! Meets the clan! We's gonna love you so much!"

Sassafras studied with Chilly and came into control of her powers, and her attitude shifted from one of shame whenever she'd make flame sprout from rocks to one of soft pride when she could control a single tendril of fire. She was soon using the flames to etch designs into her friend Vic's most delicate teacups and soup bowls.

While at her friend's cave one day, they both heard a strange shuffling sound from the shadowy depths. When they investigated, they found a curious creature that had gotten lost on the island. As Vic and Sass had it cornered and were wondering how to approach it, the troodo sniffed the air then slid over to Sassafras with a soft squeak of greeting. Confused, the friends watched the gangly proto-bird investigate the Snapper's flank, then give a decisive sneeze right before it snuggled down against her crystalline flank. "Wonder if it's attracted to your heat, or your coloring," Vic chuckled as Sassafras fluttered her wings in confusion.

From that day on, Dante was always on, under, or pressed close to his favorite dragon. And Sass has grown used to working around his feathery bulk. They adore each other.