There are several I wouldn't mind having, like the triåple ice or triplewhite males, but the watermelon lady is kinda disturbing yet attractive. Any dragon I end up with will most likely get a close-ranged mate and maybe lore. I try to give everyone a clan role, so I guess a triple ice/white male could be a weatherman and the melon lady could be either a botanist (my clan is lacking one) or a cultist, haha. Or both.
Quartz
Under the Night Sky
She grew up in her homeland, the Tangled Wood. It was so dense neither sunlight or snow could break trough. Rain did not exactly break trough either, it just hit the leaves and branches and ran alongside them towards the ground, dripping big droplets from the lowest branches.
She knew next to nothing about the outside, but as a hatchling she had not cared about more than she could see. She played hide and seek in the forest, discovered the different glowing mushrooms and learned about the forest animals. As she grew she started talking to the different dragons that passed trough her home, and their stories were as amazing as their clothes and eyes.
As a young adult she finally made up her mind. She would make a travel and come back to her mother with amazing stories. It was winter, but she knew nothing more of it than the change of temperature. She had never seen the outside world, and was shocked to meet a blanket of pure white in the outskirts of the forest. As she passed into the light domain she wondered if the whole outside world was white and covered in this cold, white, fluffy water. The cold didn't bother her much, but it made her progress slower. She felt quite confident no one could ambush her, as she blended in perfectly.
She turned out to be the one ambushing. A black spiral with glowing eyes and a matching necklace were staring up at the stars and noting something down. He did not notice her closing in, and limbs and body became a total jumble when she said "Hi, what are you doing?" She had to laugh, and so did he when he had collected himself. He had a pen and a book, but did not show her his work. He pointed up, and she followed it to the sky. The sky! She had never though about looking up for the whole day, as she was accustomed to it being branches and nothing more! She stared in wonder, and they sat like that for about an hour. "So, you're not from here. You're from the Tangled Wood, I guess? You have their eyes, but don't seem as dangerous as the tales go. Is this your first time outside?" He was so kind and warm, how could he be so warm without fur? She answered his questions truthfully and felt like a silly little girl. She asked him back about the snow, and he told her about it and a lot of other things. After a while she stopped listening to what he said, but instead just looked at him. Every detail on him attracted her: his eyes, his skin, his voice, his pose... She wanted him to go on, but also to stop because she was not listening. Her heart was racing, but she wanted to lean towards him. He looked shocked when she kissed him, and his words stopped. She was so close she could feel his pulse rise, and she smiled mischievously. "What are your stories about shadow dragons? I like a good fairy tale." She laughed when he could still not utter a single word.
They fell asleep side by side in the early morning hours, and in sleep she dragged his tail around herself. She would not let go, he was the piece of the outside that she wanted.
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Since then she has loved the winter and the night sky, of which she dresses like.
