You were an outcast among Obsidian-Vitality. The more patterns, scars and marks on your body the better. Yet you were born with none of those, and gained little. It was a common ritual when the sun came out of the clouds to cuddle up with a mate and absorb its energy and warmth to store for later in your wings. But you had no-one. So you laid at the very top of the mountain alone.

Seraphina got lost on his way back home and ended up in Ebony. He noticed you laying there alone, funny enough he decided to join. He flapped his wings over and suddenly you felt fluffy feathers against your back..