Wisteria

A Leafwing-Silkwing hybrid. 
Story Tiem...
After the event whence a plant was literally trying to take over the continent of Pantala, and when everything settled down, and knowledge was shared between the Pantalans and Phyrihians (excoose me spelling), many dragons settled down. The leafwings found it hard to generally trust the hivewings, even though the hivemind had been the real problem. But finding allies with the silkwings of the chrysalis, some dragons ended up partnering. 
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Wisteria, part of a generation after all this happened, was always surprised by the stories her Leafwing mother and Silkwing father told her, and almost didn't beleive it. It's like saying that a huge dragon from 2,000 years ago with mind reading and seeing the future and the power to enchant stuff with this magical concept called "animus magic" popped out of a huge mountain and harrased the pyhrians. Oh wait, that supposedly happened too, infact, not too long before the war against a mind-controlling plant with the over-dramatic name. And than there was Clearsight. The phyrrian dragon who could totaly see into the future and so knew what to do to get to a certain future in particular and all that... all the futures, all the possibilities, and blah blah blah. 
"If Clearsight was so powerful and awesome, why couldn't she stop the treewars, or even see that the Breath of Evil existed? OR THAT HER EX-BOYFREIND AWAKENS IN PYRHIA AND THROWS A TEMPER TANTRUM?" hissed Wisteria. She had been sitting down against a smooth boulder lying in the rich and sticky silt, but stood up and paced in small sharp circles around the bank when she started yelling, kicking up moist flecks of dirt. She realised she was getting her claws dirty- more than was neccesary in this part of the woods- and stalked back to her spot, sitting with her leafy lavendar-tinted and at-the-moment-also-muddy tail lying across her claws.
"Even someone as powerful as Clearsight couldn't see thousands of years into the exact future. Remember, she could see ALL the possible futures. And I'm quite sure that its thanks to the treewars, something clearsight couldn't really exactly see, that caused the rise of the Breath of Evil," a colorful four-winged family-friend patiently explained. But Vega's patience was quickly evaporating.
"Well if she COULDN'T SEE THE TREEWARS THAT WELL, then WHY IS SHE ALL THAT AWESOME?," Wisteria lashed her tail, "SHE is NOT." She huffed and looked at the big leafy plant where her tail flicked mud onto.
Sumac, Wisteria's mother, gave a small snort, smiling a bit too. "Yea, I know right. There's this dragon who left a menace in her home-continent and flew all across the ocean being chased by a storm, coming to a new continent, where a few thousand years later, she is worshipped like a god by a tribe that is totally related to her, as well as all the butterfly-brains."
Pipevine's tail flicked irritaitidly, though light-heartedly, in Sumac's direction and said, "not all the 'butterfly-brains'."
Vega, grumpy first about Wisteria's lack of grasp on the concept of appreciation, and now about Sumac's teasing, muttered under her breath, "I don't know why I even try."
Wisteria's eyes were still, looking in the direction somewhere to her right, but was instantly snapped into the moment, compelled to reply to the Vega's statement. "I don't know why either." That sounded more snarky than she meant. Guess that means she's gonna get more than a irritated twitch or a warning look.
"Wisteria." She called it. Pipervine continued, suddenly all fatherly and stern. "Apologize."
Wisteria quickly glanced first to her right, and than looked Vega straight in the eye. Vega was slightly surprised by Wisteria's boldness, although not as much as she used to be.
"I apologize."
"For what?" Her father pushed.
She hesitated for a moment before saying something so simple, her signal that she was going to announce something so obvious.
"I apologize," she paused for emphasis," for wondering the same thing Vega was wondering."
Sumac let out a breath she was holding with a short "hah" and snickered at Pipevine's reaction. Even Vega cracked a smile at how much more aggravated Pipevine became, if that was even possible. 
Wisteria thought, trying to suppress a smile, i guess seeing Pipevine antagonized to the ends of the continents is agreeably a favorite.
"You know what?" Pipevine asked with a scowl. Wisteria couldn't take him seriously with his beautiful and vibrant scales shimmering non-threateningly in the sunlight passing through the opening in the canopy of the leaves in the trees. 
"What?" asked Sumac and Wisteria. They had become one. They do that alot.
"That was a rhetorical question," he said quickly. "Wisteria, go do your homework, Sumac, we need to talk, and Vega, thanks again for your visit."
Wisteria stopped in her tracks. HOMEWORK? What she had to do, was not HOMEWORK, it was a GROUP PROJECT that included SOCIALIZING with DRAGONS who WEREN'T the ones inFRONT of HER. 
And Pipevine should know that after this stupid story-time in the woods they do as a family, Wisteria needs some ALONE time. 
Vega already dismissed herself and said her goodbyes to Sumac and Pipevine, and was leaving in the direction of her cabin which she shared with her room-mate... an entire half-day's flight away from where they were now. Wisteria wished she could fly away that far right at the moment.
Instead, when Pipevine looked at her to see if she would do as she was told, she said "NOPE, CAN'T HERE YA, CAN'T SEE YA, IM NOT HERE," and flung herself into the woods out of sight from the banks. That was something like her usual exit. But right then it seemed much more dramatic than usual. It's her thing to be dramatic, but that was overtop. And the only different thing that Wisteria could make out about this time, was that instead of running into the woods continuously until she couldn't even hear the river, she stayed nearby, waiting for the signals that Sumac and Pipevine left. 
The plants around her rustled with reassurance. 
She stepped into view and looked for the plant she kicked mud on. She came to the stone she was sitting against, and to the right of it, where she saw a huge fern weighed down by mud. She came over to it and crouched. Wisteria brushed of the mud and stroked the fern's leaves. She could hear it almost sigh like the weight of the world was lifted off its shoulder. Actually, for the little plant it was like mud was lifted from its gentle leaves, which DID happen, but Wisteria could definitely relate to the feeling anyway, when she fixed the mess she made. 
She apologized the plant. Then she sat down, and listened to its soft burbling thoughts.
She had leafspeak, like her mother had. Enough leafspeak to understand the language of the plants. Enough Leafspeak to understand the fern's babble about a huge dragonfly that landed on one of its ferns earlier that morning.
Wisteria noticed herself how she didn't ~~~
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Plants were understanding, and easy to understand. They either were chill, waving in the slight breeze, or they wanted to be best friends with you, like the sociable plants some of them were. And on rare occasions, when Wisteria visited the Poison Jungle, where leafwings (like her mother) had survived and grown in hiding, there were those plants that just wanted to eat you. And that Wisteria could totally understand. Plants were easy to read. Easier than the average dragon. And thats why she prefers the plants company over any dragons (unless it was her family. It seemed that Sumac understood her, and Pipevine as well as Vega never judged her harshly, they just got irritated by her, and Pipervine did the usual bossy normal parent thing of punishing her. But she felt a little guilty when she gave them a hard time where there need not be one.) With plants, she could tell all her feelings, and not feel guilty for being passionate, and sometimes the plants amused her; once an old and big tree, a willow, described to her a time when it was younger, and a group of dragonets were trying to learn to fly and swim there. They failed in the most awkwardest of ways, even a tree would know that. 
In fact, that was her favorite tree, and she was heading towards it right then. When she wasn't being forced into dragon-contact in school, nature-story time, and at home, she was with this tree. The willow had branches that hung over a pond, and some draping vines almost skimmed the clear surface. There were many spots on the tree that Wisteria like to curl up cozy and watch her surroundings, or just simply listen to nature while she buried her snout under her wing. But her favorite was a thick branch that leaned over the water enough for Wisteria to watch the fishes dart around and chase each other. It was a really calm and peaceful place. 
She tripped over a rock.
The usual rock thats always there, right on the path to the Willow, always appearing right when Wisteria deep in her daydream. She was on the ground, which seems to be getting farther away and smoother every time she falls down there. Her limbs were splayed all around her. 
OW. 
Her reaction was late. But its never too late for revenge.
She kicked the rock. 
OWWW.
Not the smartest decision, considering she thought of revenge plenty of times before, and always ended up getting a painful wrist or foot.
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