Aibell

A dragon rose from her slumber, blinking her eyes with disdain at the sight of a small, whimpering dragonet in the arms of her clan’s co-founder, RussetFur. (Bloodstone currently, I’m unable to change the name)
“RussetFur, why did you bring a dragonet into here?” She asked, on the verge of baring her fangs and hissing at the poor baby dragon.
“He was alone in the storm, I couldn’t just leave him there. Besides, the more the merrier, right?” RussetFur said cheerfully. PeacockFeather (Aibell) gritted her teeth, her patience wearing thin. Not like she had any to begin with.

“In any case, you’ve disturbed my beauty rest. That little monster is to go nowhere near me, I don’t want him ruining my feathers, I spent hours preening them, don’t any of you forget it! If he does, I’ll throw him into the janustraps.” She finally let out a hiss, slithering elegantly away outside to avoid the rest of her clanmate’s rolling eyes and stares. Her pride had been damaged, she usually didn’t complain about baby dragons in front of others, even though she hated them, but she hated Obelisks in particular with a burning passion. One encounter with a baby Obelisk with its paws full of mud was one thing, but meeting another which was staying IN HER CLAN was another.

By now the storm had ended. PeacockFeather continued preening herself and scraping off bits of dust from the cracks between her scales. She heard stomping clawsteps behind her, and turned her head, eyes narrowing.
“Come on, PeacockFeather, you’ll miss dinner. RussetFur’s getting it all prepared now, you should come help.” The dragon winced, as if he didn’t really believe PeacockFeather would even consider helping them. The dragon was right, of course.
“I want nothing to do with him. First he brings that creature into my space and then doesn’t apologise? Go away, ForestKeeper, just throw me another Jade Peacock, or an Emerald Webwing at the very least.
“Jade Peacocks again? Third night in a row. Well no bother, we don’t even have any, I’ll just get you an Emerald Webwing instead.” ForestKeeper sighed, and PeacockFeather turned her snout up, getting increasingly annoyed.
“No Jade Peacocks! What barbarians don’t have quality food lying around? Next we’ll be eating Coneflowers or Maggots, I’m telling you right now.” She muttered to herself.

She’d originally come from the ice kingdom, but she hated the cold. There were no hot springs or lukewarm waterfalls to help polish her scales, no heat to dry them, just icicles and snow clinging to the edges of her feathered wings and tail. She’s come to the Ashfall Wastes only because it benefited her own beauty.