Ujjyf stood on the highest peak he could find, gazing out across the snow. Far below, he could see his tribe moving through the usual routines, flowing together perfectly. A scowl made its way across his face; he was no different than the rest of them. He was just as good as his sisters; why would no one acknowledge him? Why was he pushed away? Taking a couple steps back, he glared at the horizon before rushing forward, soaring off the peak and plummeting toward the ground. He remembered doing this when he was small, when those 'dragons had passed through to do the very same thing. He'd wanted friends; he'd gotten this. Falling, twisting in the air, heading for the sharp rocks below, the threat of death around him. He laughed, closing his eyes and enjoying the adrenaline pumping through his veins. At the last possible moment, about three feet from the ground, his wings snapped open and caught a draft of wind, carrying him back to the summit to do it again.
"You winged ones always had a knack for dangerous flying tactics." Mournbringer said. Mournbringer had come to this range looking for a particular herb that was rare yet, apparently, very potent. An herb that would strengthen the effects of others. Mournbringer had saw the reckless dive of the winged 'dragon and considered introducing himself in hopes that the 'dragon was familiar with the lay out of this range. "Do you always engage in such death defying flight?" He asked as the 'dragon alighted back on the peak where it started.
Ujjyf turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, smiling politely at the old, scaly Kiom and bowing. "E pym's ompajtsump u fyjp iyo'ja tuiemd, ros E'n dyemd sy doatt iyo'ja tkylpemd na vyj shus." He gestured to the cliff behind him, again wishing he understood the common language as he grinned recklessly. Moving forward, he held out his hand. "E'n Ujjyf. Falkyna sy sha Ky'Datudk Nyomsuemt. Fhus kum E py vyj iyo, feta yma?" Hoping the strange creature would understand him.
