Pascal

"You can find sunshine if you're brave enough to grow and break through the snow."

All the eggs had hatched, except one. The newly hatched Coatl hatchlings were bright-eyed, healthy and robust as they played amongst the fragments of the seed pods that were Nature eggs. The parents cast a mournful look at the last egg, which had probably died, and set about to tending their living hatchlings. The mother made the last egg a nest of ferns and moss to keep it warm, just in case, before taking the hatchlings to the nursery. Only fireflies kept the solitary egg company - there were probably ten of them fluttering about and alighting on the egg. Their determination paid off and finally, with no witnesses, the egg stirred. It trembled, scattering the fireflies, and then split open. The hatchling was thin and pale, but she was alive. After toddling about the nest a little the tiny Coatl began to cry out for food, and warmth.

She was heard by her parents and they rushed over joyously to see the hatchling they thought had died, but they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her. It was expected that a hatchling that took so long to hatch would be sickly, but her faded plumage was still an awful surprise. At least she wasn't purely white: her green wings and neckfeathers gave them a bit of hope. Though it was taboo to let a white Coatl hatchling live, they still brought her wet, slimy chunks of fish and gave her some soft blankets to bed down in at a tiny, distant hollow of her own but mostly they stayed away from her. The young Coatl was starved for love and attention from her own kind but she was taken care of by Nature, there was always fresh dew to drink and a Leafy Moth emerged from a cocoon in her hollow and quickly became her best friend. She learned at a fairly young age not to go near her parents, for though they greeted her they had a hollow, fearful look in their eyes and would make up reasons to leave immediately.

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"What's your name?"
"I don't have one and I didn't want to ask Mom and Dad for one."
"That's silly, everyone has a name! We'll call you Pascal, I like that name."
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A couple of her siblings grew curious about the shunned sister of theirs and, not knowing that her faded plumage was a taboo, began to talk and play with her. They would fly together and weave flower crowns and pretend to be full grown dragons. They gave her a name: Pascal, and gave the forlorn hatchling some joy. Even when their parents warned them about her, they still came back and refused to abandon her. When they were teenagers they wanted to serve the Gladekeeper and her siblings decided to leave for the Behemoth, but Pascal decided that the Gladekeeper wouldn't want a sickly Coatl in her service so she stayed behind. It became clear to her that no one wanted her so she left and wandered the Viridian Labryinth for a while until she came across the Endless Dusk. It was clear a few of the dragons there were testy about her but it was their way to be hospitable to any dragon who has no intent to harm them, no matter what.

It became Pascal's duty to tend to sickly plants nearby, especially ones that were touched by frost during the times that Ice tried to take over, and bring new life in places that were burnt, frozen or wished. She gained acceptance in the clan as a member and her services were valued in keeping the plants healthy. She has helped with diseased trees, forest fires and drought, as well as those times when the whole forest seems to be infecting by the neighboring Scarred Wasteland. She often walks silently in the woods to plant seeds and to breathe the smell of life in, life that she almost didn't have. She has a close bond with Willowind, because she cared for the woods that the Dryad watches over, as well as Poinsettia, because she cares for her garden. While Pascal is usually too shy to directly help with healing dragons she does do a lot for Poinsettia.
gets cold very fast and she has a tendency to become very lonely and depressed out of the blue because of her childhood neglect. When that happens, she also seems to think she's worthless and her value and worth needs to be affirmed by those close to her. Jerrod is always the first to comfort her in those hard times.

Pascal can be a bit difficult to get to know and she's reclusive but when she trusts a dragon she is willing to let them into her world: a world of plants, of daydreams and of hope. A world she flees to when the real world is too cold and uncaring and a world she gladly welcomes kindred spirits into. She doesn't talk much, being both unfamiliar to the common tongue and the language of her species, but she shows through her body-language and her gentle smiles that she cares and she is a wonderful listener. As she tends to her plants and helps them heal she slowly begins to heal herself.

She has a strange affinity for leafy moths and is more confident within a large group of them. When she has enough with her she'll work up the courage to travel with the ambassadors or merchants and deliver gifts of beautiful flowers to different lairs all across Sornieth and rehome her moth friends to prevent overpopulation.