Ananya

Ananya is out of place. There is no justification, no longing for the flame. While this clan is inhabited by many different elemental dragons, most have a passion that has led them to this island of flame. Ananya does not. She longs for a cool river like nothing else. If she is inclined toward anything but water, it is ice- and that makes it even worse. She is sweet, and soft spoken, and loves company, but she never leaves her tiny burrow, she loathes the dry surface air so. Every day she digs a little deeper, in the hopes that the freshly exposed dirt might have just a little moisture, just a little smooth, cool stone. She resides in total darkness, in the very deepest point of the clan's tunnel system.