Aria dragons are a brightly-colored and sprightly breed, perhaps most adored for their lyric calls. Their song-like melodies fill the areas they inhabit; their coos resemble those of birds, only more elegant and refined. They have fairly strong magical capabilities, but tend to reserve these strengths for last-minute defense, choosing to live their lives in simple peace. Arias, sticking to the tropics, typically live quite far from human settlements, giving rise to the previously held belief that they had gone extinct.
Momoiro thinks her name means mom-oreo. It doesn't, but that's what she thinks. She tries to live up to what she thinks her name means. She tries very hard to live up to it. She is constantly bothering all the clan's other dragons trying to mother them, whether they need her mothering or not. It doesn't matter how old the other dragon is. She will still mother it. Even if it is a lot older then she herself is. This causes no end of friction in the cave, and no end of trouble for Momoiro. She is forever getting hissed at, roared at, squealed at, swatted at and bitten. Does that ever stop her or make her think. Not at all. She will forever try to mother every dragon in the cave no matter what. Because, that's just how she is.