Mosu

he/him/they/them

Mosu is in the clan libraries looking over some large text on dragon anatomy or history while his Shining Goblin sits reading nearby. Shikunshi glances up when you enter, then returns to bending his head over a text with Aoihane.

"They tell me I was adopted for the stealth team," Mosu says when asked politely enough. He shakes out his shimmery coat in explanation, and continues, "didn't make it, though. Still, the stealth training was good for field medic experience, and every once in a blue moon our old squad will gather for a night in the Coliseum."

Mosu is a healer and scholar in the clan.

"Dragons have assumed that I'm weak, assumed the healer is a liability,"

"They got crushed for their mistake," Ikko says from behind him. The spiral melts out of Mosu's shadow, grinning like a cataclysm. "A field medic is different from others, in their strength required to protect wounded comrades."

"I work with the hunting teams, and with Ranpitsu to organize and update the library," Mosu tells her gently. "Please don't oversell competence."

Ikko snorts. "Yeah, sure. Overselling. As if you're not the most in-demand healer we can put in the Coliseum."

"It does take precedence over my other jobs," Mosu admits reluctantly, glancing over in answer to an unasked question. "Precedence by my own choice, at least. I'm the healer with the most combat training. It's... I like it. I like fighting. I like knowing that if anything happens to the team, I can be there. I can extend their fight long enough to give my friends a victory. It's much better to be in the middle of a battle and able to help, than to have regrets."

"Underselling yourself again," Ikko grumbles. "Listen, Mosu is whip-smart. He's an expert in Light dragons and the lore of the Light flight, and well versed in tactics, strategy, and code common to both Water and Light clans. I can claim credit for some of the tactics-"

Mosu turns to look at her.

"I can claim credit for whatever resulted from studying the tactics together," Ikko amends. "Haro can take the rest. He's taught this kid plenty."

"I'm older than you," Mosu tells Ikko kindly.

She reaches out to pat their horn. "Sorry. Force of habit. Join us in the Coliseum tonight? We might find some kind of shiny trinket or bauble, and I know your hoard glowing stuff."

Mosu glances down at their familiar, who blinks back lazily.

"I'd like that," they murmur.

It becomes clear in this moment that Mosu is a bright young adult, with their whole future ahead of them.