!important

Not January 2 yet. It can happen.
Absolutely miniscule dragon. She is so stunted. Mail carrier. Roomba energy. Will not elaborate.
Can make paper shredder sounds especially when chewing.
Cyanobacteria blue-green scales. Her webbing is curly like lettuce. She has long barbels like a catfish that (letting you in on the secret) are also reminiscent of the microscopic structure of spirulina and other algae species.
Disowned by a hateful mother, survived by running errands and doing chores for others. Can catch her own prey (unskillfully, since she was never taught how to hunt properly) but prone to dying from algal bloom neurotoxins.
She is skilled at the care and maintenance of cast iron pans, maintaining their seasoning vigorously as her treacherous mother once never* taught her. She could only watch from a distance and be mesmerised by the technique, wondering how her mother could love the one singular pan more than her own child, while she starved.
She was so hungry one day that she ate some suspicious paste (envelope glue) and literally died.
Before that, though, before that unplaceable point in her history, which she swears never happened - she had acquired a small neighbourhood presence in asking for work, never begging, but her eyes had another message. It was not as if her mother cared that she left the house; no, she was relieved, to be rid of this pestilence, her expression always hardened into disgust upon her daughter's return.
The dragons she did chores for always repaid her tenfold in their kindness, always offered a meal which she would accept with a beaming smile and scurry away with to devour away from the eyes of others. They were too kind but nothing could make amends, not now, and not then. Their generosity were drops in the ocean compared to the unfillable gaping chasm ravine sinkhole of destitution she felt as an unloved offspring, not person, not even pet, but an organism deserving of disdain. Wet scum that dragged itself out of the tides.
She still loves, loved (she is not sure what tense to use, she never went to school) her mother, her mother was her idol and the prettiest pearl of her world. What ever did she do to prompt her disownment?
Even if her dastardly mother never provided for her except one time with a catch of twenty small periwinkles, she would always try to bring something home. A gull, its eggs, an empty nest. But unfailingly, her mother would only scoff and turn away, as if this was a waste of her time, below her.
"I don't want it."
----
The real story here (to ruin the suspense and mystery in interest of actually remembering who a character is) is that !important is a ghost. Died as a young dragonet, never realised it, and the reason she sucks so bad at catching fish is because her corporeality is uncontrollable. Still, she continues to deliver parcels across the archipelago, finding happiness in the simple tasks and important role she plays in keeping other dragons connected.
Guys how do i add the content warning template.
Category:Characters
Category:Content (Himmalerin)
Category:SeaWings
Category:Dragonets
Category:Non-binary
Category:LGBT+
Category:Deceased
Category:Work in Progress