Ouzel

No touchy.
== Introduction ==
You’re a dragon, nothing special,  besides the fact you can’t fly. It’s been a detriment for your entire life, but you’ve come to terms with it. You try not to think about it too much as you make your way to the Pantalan shoreline. Making your way along it, you spot your target; A large raft, and it’s owner.
That’s right. For your own reasons, you’ve decided to move to Phyrria. A feat normally impossible due to your detriment, but fortunately for you, a certain MudWing has made it possible. 
The Ferryman. Few know his true name, and even those who do just call him by his title. His job is simple; transport dragons and cargo from point A to point B. From what you’ve heard, he’s quite good at it, and some even claim his conversations “changed” them for the better. There’s only one way to find out. 
You approached the MudWing, clutching your coin pouch across your neck. He’s sitting down, smoothing out his oar, before he looks up at you with a smile. 
“Have you come to cross the continents?” He asks.
“Indeed.”
== Appearance ==
The MudWing gets up, oar in claw.
”Any items of interest that you wish to bring? Besides your pouch, of course.”
You shake your head.
”Very well.” The Ferryman boards his raft and prepares it for voyage. Now that the introduction has been made, you can get a better look at him.
For a MudWing, he certainly isn’t a giant, but he is still tall. He does, however, have the physique of a MudWing, muscular and large from his trips across the continents. His scales are an incredibly rich and dark burgundy, smooth and lustrous. You can tell he bathes himself in the sea to keep them that way. His underscales are, by contrast, a light brown. Not as rich as his scales, but just as lustrous. His talons are black, dulled from years of labor. His head is just like every other MudWing, large and flat with jet black horns. However, his eyes are most peculiar. They’re a striking violet, bright and piercing. The almost look like they glow. And there’s his smile. It looks like it’s permanently sculpted on his face. It’s soft, relaxed, and truly genuine. It practically radiates happiness.
His voice interrupts your thoughts.
”The raft is ready to sail. You can get onboard now.”
You make your way to the vessel and get on board. (Appearance is WIP) After situating yourself, The Ferryman rises on his forelegs, pushes off the bank with his oar, and paddles out into the azure waters.
== History and Personality ==
The MudWing makes his way out into the enchanted waters of the great blue, rowing his raft with strength and elegance. The ocean is surprisingly calm, the small waves whispering against the craft. It’s nearly sunset as the sun floats downwards to retire. You decide to break the ice.
”So, I‘ve never heard anyone say your name. They only say your title.” You say.
The Ferryman laughs. “It seems my ancient beliefs have rubbed off on my clients as well. I’ve always believed that a dragon’s title is more important than their name will ever be, and it seems that my passengers agree. But if you must know, my name is Ouzel.”
You‘re a bit intrigued. “So, your clients usually assimilate your own beliefs into theirs as well?”
He shrugged. “I guess after being on this rock for so many years, your beliefs have to amount to something. But I think that’s enough elder talk for now. Tell me about yourself.”
You don’t have too much to say. After all, you’re quite young. But he still listens intently, more so than anyone else you‘ve met. It’s almost as if it’s his talent.
”I see. Not the craziest life story, but certainly not the most typical.”
You ask about his life story. It certainly had to be interesting, considering his time walking along us.
”My story? It’s a very long tale. You sure you want me to tell you?”
You point out there’s nothing else to do.
”Fair enough. Let’s begin at the start.”
”I was born in a wealthy MudWing family. For almost all of my dragonet years, I was destined to become a merchant, just like my dear parents. However, I didn’t feel fulfilled. I believe that I had to search to find my happiness, and so I left my parents and headed off into the world. I lived with monks to see if I could find my path there, but I couldn't Their teachings were not the path I needed to take, but I learned valuable skills from them."
"After leaving, I thought that the path to happiness was to be rich, and so I sought out a merchant and learned his craft. I too became wealthy, but it too was in vain. I would waste it all on useless possessions just get some kick out of it, I was trapped in an endless circle until I decided to leave it all behind and wander the world once more. It was an extremely troubling time. I had never felt so sad or so hopeless before, and I was like that for a while. That is, until I listened to the water."
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