Rico

A young green face looked up in awe. He was breath-taken by the sight; the regal maize skydancer trotted into the clan square, passing packages and letters to the adult dragons. And then just as quickly as he had arrived, he disappeared, striding into the distance.

From then on, Rico knew he wanted to be that. Unfortunately for him, he didn't exactly inherit the grace of his father's skydancer blood, but rather the awkward proportions and size of his mother. None of that mattered to Rico however; his mind was set. So he set about training. There were those who scoffed at the young dragon's mission, claiming messenger was a job suited for the more agile breeds, not an inelegant ridgeback, but show them Rico did.

Now Rico soars, utilizing his lanky, powerful wings which were once considered a liability to glide for miles on a single flap like an albatross might (er... like whatever the flight rising albatross hybrid equivalent there is might). Rico lives for the sky, and takes great pleasure in the time he spends in the clouds.