OOC: @Moonstar~Cloudclan and ♥∂єρяєѕѕιση♥; perhaps your light dragon could be black or white, but just paints her body to show her ambitions.
IC: A rumble of thunder shook Avani awake. "Merph," she murmured, still half asleep. "Master Anarus, can you close the entrance? My scrolls are going to get wet." My... Wait... My scrolls! The white Light dragon shot up in a panic, forgetting about the old oak root that hung over her nest. "Gwah!" Avani's forehead hit the root, rattling her teeth. She rubbed her head, grumbling at herself for her own stupidity. Now, what was I doing... My scrolls! Avani ran about in a panic, gathering up scrolls, books, and anything else that might be damaged by water. She threw them on her nest, hoping that the old Fenris skin was absorbent enough to protect them from the rivelets of water that cascaded from the entrance to her burrow. Thankfully, most of her stuff was packed away, for she had been preparing for a big move. I can't wait to leave this horrible den. Maybe I can find a nice cave next time, near a river that isn't so gunked up that slugs could not survive in it, she thought while moving an erectable wall made of weaved together shoots. Avani carefully placed it over the entrance to her hated burrow. It fit perfectly, not only blocking the small streams of rainwater but also leaving just enough room for the white dragoness to slide out at the top. Avani nodded in approval. She glanced out of her burrow, checking the newly falling rain. This is only going to get worse. My rain guage is not going to hold out in an all out storm. She sighed, knowing what she will have to do. Avani went to the back of her burrow, retrieving her small satchel that she carried everywhere. After empting its contents (oddly colored stones,) she placed a roll of twine in it. Avani smiled. Not many dragons use tools anymore. Thank the spirits that I do. She dug around in a pile of miscelaneous junk for a few minutes, then returned with a ball of tree sap wrapped in leaves. She threw that in the bag too. Avani slung her satchel around her neck, took a deep breath, then rocketed out of her den. Her feet splashed in the Diaga creek as she took off towards the rockier parts of the floating islands. Everything looked different in the storm. Fat raindrops pounded against her back and wings, steadily getting faster and harder. Avani was running with her wings tucked tightly against her body; she knew that a young dragon like her could never fly in a storm. She blinked some rainwater out of her eyes. Wait a minute. The white light dragon skidded to a halt, mud coating her feet and legs. Where am I? Nothing looked familiar to Avani. Impossible. How could I get lost? I have lived on the floating islands my entire life! She realized how stupid she was. Going out in a storm that could turn ugly at any moment and possibly cause her injury for data did not seem like such a bright idea now. The rain was falling faster now, and was starting to sting her skin through her soft scales. Panicing, she ran faster, looking for something, anything, that was familiar. The rain had seemed to morph her home into something else, something more sinister. Avani swung her head around, her blue eyes filled with panic. "Ahhh!" she shrieked as a bolt of lighting arched against the sky. Think, Avani, think! What would master Vhir do! Avani slowed down, taking a few calming breaths. Alright. You can just find your way back by using the stars- Avani looked up at the grey sky. She could almost beat her head against a rock. Idiot! Thistle-brain! Alright, just calm down. A light dragon is supposed to be wise and calm. Just wait out the storm. There is plenty of shelterd places here. Avani looked around for the tell tale sign of a cave or an overhanging rock formation.