Arson

Arson didn't want much from life. She wanted to be left alone, mostly. She didn't mind crowds of people or dragons, as long as nobody minded her and she could enjoy the spectacle without being bothered, but in her experience this was rare. Part of the reason was Larceny; her brother was fascinated by things, and while Arson herself was known to like a shiny, Larceny had never learned the importance of boundaries and could stir up a mob in no time flat with his nosiness and lack of understanding of personal space and property if left unattended. The only thing that he liked better than getting into other peoples' things was flying around like a maniac, and bending his natural interests towards doing deliveries was working out brilliantly for both of them. He worked out his endless energy every day zipping about the countryside, and Arson even got to engage in some of her next-favorite activity after people-watching, which was getting into scraps.

No sooner had the two siblings started accumulating a nice little bit of territory and getting more interesting delivery work than they'd started having to deal with... opportunists. It was highly satisfying, when Larceny was picking up his parcels and never paying attention to the dragon or human bandit or opportunistic cockatrice sneaking up on him, to appear out of the sky like a streak of lightning and unleash a nasty shock on anyone trying to mess with her brother. Usually the shock of Arson falling out of nowhere onto their heads was enough incentive for the perpetrator to turn tail, but if anyone was foolish enough to stick around, they'd find that Arson was surprisingly vicious and Larceny always backed his sister up in a fight.