SoaringCloud

Soaring... In my humble opinion, is the most irresponsible dragon this Clan has ever seen, yet I cannot deny her potential. I do think an incident involving a member of a Hospital Clan in the middle of the Wastelands best displays Soaring's... interesting personality. (Honestly, what kind of Clan dedicated to healing makes its home in the Plaguelands? It's preposterous if you ask me)

Soaring was infamous amongst her clan for getting herself into (and miraculously out of) very precarious and/or wild situations. Her curiosity was always her greatest trait as well as her most dangerous vice.

This being said, it came only somewhat of a surprise to her clanmates that despite her battleteam's efforts, she'd found herself at the wrong end of a snapper when she'd been caught attempting to steal one or two of a mother earth dragon's eggs. She'd never seen any before and thought that the best course of action was to extract a few samples and research them back home at the Focal Point... if she'd not been discovered and had her wing broken by a not-so-favorable snapper's jaws.

After her team had managed to move her a good distance from the fuming dragon's lair, Blood offered to carry Soaring to a hospital he'd spotted during his own adventures. The trip took days which seemed to drag on for much longer considering how much Soaring complained about her injury and Frost repeatedly replying that Soaring was the one who attempted to number the eggs in which order that she would research first.

After negotiating with an alarmingly angry fae who repeated what Frost had said, it was determined that the two able-bodied warriors would journey back to the Starfall Isles to bring payment for medical assistance. With that, a visibly disheveled Frost and not quite as visibly (masked) intimidated Blood left the hospital, leaving their fussy comrade behind...

Wha- ffffffWHAAA WHY IS MY FLOOR COVERED IN -what seems to be- CREAM PIES- wait one sec, I wonder what flavor they are- *ow, ow ow my wing
hmm... nope just whipped cream. STILL WHY ARE THEY COVERING MY FLOOR
Soaring made to fly over the pies when a stabbing pain reminded her again that one was broken. Visibly fuming, she made her way out of her room with a good portion of her body covered in whipped cream as she'd also managed to step on the edge of one of the pie pans, hurling the contents squarely into her face.

When she finally exited, she opened her maw, prepared to release arcane fury on whomsoever had pulled this sort of stunt.
Instead she simply stood gaping at a sleek, stunning fire dragon who was convulsing with laughter on the floor, something about her face just now.

snapping out of her daze, a new idea began to quickly form, like all of her others do. She's quite captivating, I wonder what would happen if I were to go up and kiss her? It's not like any of my other escapades have gotten me killed just yet.."