Dew

(A Pure G2 WC)
...A few years went by before a lovely young wildclaw found her way into Ash Haven, and quickly caught Cloudlight's eye, her dark feathers and starkly contrasting blue wings were quite unlike his pale-white, leathery form. She stood tall and proud on lanky legs, adorned with simple armor and side saddles, while he moved about on all fours. He cursed his lowly form, and couldn't help but blush with embarrassment when she stood before him. She approached cautiously, simple weapons stored in her hefty side saddles clanked with every step, "I don't mean to bother you, but I've been told you'd know where Seyza may be?"
"Ah, My mother! She's probably at the training grounds near the cliffs, training another batch of guards. I can take you there!" He smiled and led her away to make the delivery of finely-crafted weapons to the guards, introducing themselves to each other along the way.

The two hit it off quickly, and Dew revealed she had a strong interest in staying in the newly-growing encampment to grow her skills in weaponry, and to assist in their rescue program of seeking lost dragons in the Void Desert to the south. With some encouragement, he eventually revealed he was quite agile, and loved to jump and dance between rocks, singing and chirping all the while. He was, of course, quite anxious to reveal this at first, as it wasn't something he'd shared with anyone else. There was something about the depth of her eyes and the warmth of her bright smile that finally made him feel comfortable in his own skin, which he'd not felt for some time.

Excitedly, she asked if he would join the guard alongside her, "Your skills and agility could certainly be used on the battlefield!" He stammered and, after a moment of careful consideration, slowly shook his head. Despite his agility and relation to the head guard, he was incredibly awkward with a sword and was fearful of battle, even if it meant letting his family down. He'd never let his family know how he felt, and had been finding excuses to miss trainings for years. He was a dancer, not a fighter. He knew the basics of self-defense, should he need them, but the idea of actually being on real guard duty? He couldn't stomach it.

He thought for sure she'd be appalled at the revelation. The notion that he so greatly despised the idea of battle- the very thing that brought her here in the first place- perhaps she'd forget their friendship altogether and leave him behind. He prepared for the worst, and yet... she laughed, "You really think I'd leave over something like that?" She raised his chin with gentle claws, and smiled, "I love weapons for the craftsmanship, not the battles they'll be used in, and I certainly don't love battle for the sake of fighting. I only fight if I have to, for what I believe in, and for what I seek to protect. I fight for the ones I love." She rest her muzzle atop his head and sighed, "I promise, you will never have to see a single battle if I stay by your side. You can be my dancer, and I'll fight for you."

From that day forward, their love was solidified, and the two have been together ever since, despite some physical changes on both sides.