Frei

Nothing makes Frei's soul sing like the ocean. The windswept plateau could never hold him. Not with the way the waves sing to him, call out for him. He had to abide, when the ocean itself is calling.
You can see it on him too. He's a kind and gentle dragon at all times, but when he dives into the waves? It can be almost touching to see. His movements become more free and relaxed, he turns and spins. One moment above the surface, like a blue and golden sunray skitting over the waves, the next dived deep below once more. When he emerges once more, the water clings to his mane and the wooly coat and a broad, sheepish smile is plastered to his face for the next couple hours. (He's a charming sight, when he's shaken the moisture out of his fur and it stands on end, big and fluffy making him big and soft).
He works beneath the waves too. He hunts for seafood and kelp tenders, utilizing his acrobatic abilities and speed. It's mostly an excuse to stay near the beach for as long as possible. He belongs here. The sea air fits better in his lungs