Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't wanna go in that pot they bubbling!

Not usually. That could mean anything, but he trusted his father. Even if there'd be others there, trying to touch him, he'd simply flutter 'way like a bird. A bird filled with fright, that was. Flying from any affection but from his own kin. That was reasonable, right? I think I'll want to go with you... He decided, finding the thought of red wood rather refreshing and interesting. Colors other than beachy sand and cold rock were rather uncommon, and so the thought of crimson found a place in his heart. But his judgement he would save 'till they actually got there.