Lace is the kind of dragon who thinks everything is good, everything that happens is a blessing from the deities. He thought that the best day of his life was the day he joined the Sunnywings Kingdom. As soon as he'd joined, a bunch of genes were thrown on him and the female Auraboa that had joined as well. He and Mel had instantly been paired together.

Lace looked out across the Sunnywings Kingdom's territory. He was standing upon the highest spire of the castle that he could find, and it was a glorious feeling to be up there. Most of the Wind dragons would fly high into the clouds to feel the wind against their scales, but others aligned to another element didn't care, or scoffed in disgust. Lace had been spending too much time sunning himself to actually fell the breeze, but Dusky and Swirl had told him that feeling the wind on your face was the best possible feeling, so he'd tried it.

"I'm so glad my dragonlings will get to live here, it really is the best feeling!" He shouted into the sky, almost laughing himself off of the tower. His six wings steadied him so that he stayed on, but with his body curled around the spire, it wouldn't be a problem. Not that he had problems.

"You having fun up here? Goodness, it's way too windy up here!" Another dragon landed on the spire next to him. It was a male Fae.

"Isn't it amazing? I think it's the best thing in the world!" Lace cried, his grin broadening.

Valmur frowned. "No, I absolutely hate it. Also, weren't squirrels your favorite thing in the world? You said so this morning."

"That was my favorite meat, this is my favorite feeling."

Valmur sighed. "Don't look so down, my friend! If you don't like the wind, then go hang around in a tree for a couple minutes and you'll be in the best mood in the world: happiness!" Lace said, turning back to the wind and sun.