Prudayne

This haughty Skydancer is reputed in the clan as much for the excellence of his alchemic compositions as for his extreme moods. One day he'll be the very font of cheer, slapping clanmates companionably upon the back and dandling hatchlings in his claws; the next, a tyrant, shouting away any visitors to his alchemy lab. Some chalk up these vagaries of emotion to the influence of the alchemic materials he handles, although the clan's chief guard Somnifer was once heard to comment "He was always like that. Real git. Nice wings, though." The only sure remedies for Prudayne's sour moods are festivals, which he adores, and the coldest nights of the year, where he gains a mischievous air and tells chilling stories to his clanmates by the fire.