Eider (Book Dragon)

A small black notebook lies on the ground in front of you. It probably fell out of some dragon's satchel. You pick it up, and upon further examination, it seems to be a diary. You look around for anyone that might be its owner. 
No one's around. Read it?
An assortment of photographs lie inside the book. They fall out as you open it.
 
Below that, a dragonet's messy scrawl begins to take over the pages beyond. 
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Hopefully you're reading this thinking of returning this journal to its rightful owner-- me. (My name is Eider, if you were wondering.)I go to the school at Blue Mountain, somewhere near Sanctuary, so if you drop it off there, I'll probably see it. Or, if you see me before this makes its way back to Blue Mountain, you should probably know who you're looking for.
I'm probably the weirdest-looking SkyWing you'll find in all of Pyrrhia- my scales are a light, dusty yellow. There are white, kinda glowing splotches all over my scales. Not sure what those are, but... that's one of my most noticeable features. I have a few other grayish scales on my body. 
My wings are a lot like bird wings- and they have feathers, for some reason. I haven't met many other SkyWings like that, but I think light colors go with having feathers. Most dragons compare them to albatross wings. 
Please return as soon as possible after reading this section!
thoughts, 1
I guess I'd consider myself funny- or at least, capable of being funny. I try to make sure I'm not a bother to be around for other dragons. It's not easy to talk to them, though. Other dragons, I mean. I feel super awkward going up to another dragon and striking up a conversation-- would they rather be alone? Or do they not want to be talked to? Conversation is hard. 
thoughts, 2
So many dragons seem to have no worry about being awkward. It looks like they find talking... easy. How? I guess worrying about talking to others isn't the best way to get better at it. And even if I can't talk to other dragons, maybe it'll help to write down what I can do, and start there.
I can breathe fire, like most SkyWings, and I'm better at soaring instead of fast flying. And I'm decent at gardening, spotting patterns (meaningful or not), biology, and mapmaking.
...I should probably sleep, I've already given myself a talon cramp with this.
next day:
I've always lived in the mountains by the sea, where the cold seas and snows are always present somewhere-- or lurking around the corner. It's pretty cool up here- no pun intended, ha. And not many dragons live around here, either. I'm sitting by the ocean, like I have for so many mornings before and watching the sunrise. 
It's lonely around here, like I think I said. Wrote?
It used to be easier to make friends when we were dragonets. Now everyone sort of keeps to themselves, and everyone has a group that they talk to. Nobody talks to anyone outside that group. Before, though-- everyone talked to everyone. And didn't worry about what they said was awkward. Or at least I don't remember worrying that much. ..
 Getting older is just... a time where you start to worry more than you should. Maybe those worries are preparing you for the future.. or maybe they're only unnecessary fears.
Not knowing things is so annoying.
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