The good thing about being a rainwing is suntime. Suntime is amazing. The warmth on your wings and brightening your colors. The bad thing about being a rainwing is everyone can see your emotions. It's like they can read your mind. The good thing about being a seawing is breathing underwater and the bioluminescent scales. And a bad thing about being a seawing is need water to run through your gills every once and awhile so they don't dry up. This normally isn't a problem for normal seawing, but since I don't live directly close to the ocean I need to fly over there every other week.

Mom took me to this beach all the time. Even though I was at the ocean's edge, the jungle trees still loomed over the water and the roots crawled across the beach separated by thirty yards of sand. I learned to swim here, to control my speed with and against the current and learned how to speak aquatic.

I landed on the sandy beach and took a deep breath of the salty air. This place is calm. It is away from the noise of the heart jungle life and dragons. It's my alone time and everybody needs some alone time. A time to relax and be thankful for what you have.

But not today. Because I just love the water. I jumped and splashed water everywhere, disrupting the crabs and small fish nearby. Acting like a young dragonet touching water for the first time is the best feeling ever. I only do this alone. I don't want to be embarrassed. I swam out further into the water to see what is out there. I told Paprika I'd bring her back a conch shell.

Paprika is another one of my friends and I've known here for awhile. Her neutral color is a reddish orange, like paprika powder, which were she got her name. She is very nice but is you make her angry or embarrassed, she let you know. Don't worry she never hurt a fruit fly. Paprika ask to to get this shell for her shell collection.

After swimming around for a bit, I found a shell. I hope it's one that Paprika wants cause she got mad at me when I brought her back one that was a different color. So I asked her to come with me so she can pick out a shell herself but the almighty Paprika is scared of the ocean. It's because she has read to many stories about tentacles in the water and what they'll do to you.

I shook the water off me and was about to take off when I was startled by a small crack behind me.

Please don't be the tentacles...

Please don't be the tentacles...

Please don't be the tentacles...

Slowing turning around, I saw a creature smaller than me. It was on two legs, had no scales, fur only on the top of its head, weird paw things and some sort of cloak on its body.

Oh my moons. I found a scavenger.

Overcome with excitement and curiosity, I slowly walked towards it.

"Hey, are your lost?" What am I'm doing? It can't understand me. Can it? "Do you have a family, clan, school, pod, group?" I might me going crazy but that's normal.

The scavenger took a small step back but stayed calm. Some say you can eat them but I didn't want to. I'll stick to fish and fruit. We locked eyes and stared at each other for little while. Then it walked up to me and it made a motion for me to get down. It was very brave for doing so. I could be a dragon that wants to eat it.

I stooped down and the scavenger climbed up on my back. It made a flapping motion with its paws. I wasn't sure what it was trying to say but I think it wanted for me fly around.

"All right but hold on tight," I insisted. I hoped it understood me. As I spread by wings the scavenger grabbed on to the strap of my pouch. I took of slowly, not wanting throw my passenger off and onto the sand or root of the nearby jungle trees.

We flew for about 15 minutes until I realized how long I've been gone. Paprika will be angry about the conch shell. She'll kill me if I'm late. I leaned over to companion saying, "I hope you don't mind going a little fast. You'll get to meet Paprika."

Picking up speed, we sailed back to into the rustle and bustle of the sleeping sloths and one or two rainwings walking along to the platforms trying to remember which tree they turn at. Paprika's huts is pretty easy to spot with all of the flowers around the red windows.

We landed on her doorstep which only had a few scratches left over from the storm. The scavenger hopped off and walked up next to me. I was wondering how I was going to be scolded by her this time. I looked down at the scavenger.

"You going to knock or just stand there?"

It looked back with a confused expression and made some squeaky sounds.

"I'm just kidding." I knocked with a pattern on the door. Since I'm already in hot water I wanted to have some fun with this. "Oh tis the sun is going down and I have know where to stay. My fair maiden, my you let a poor soul into your abode and share with thy a meal on this lovely afternoon," I proclaimed in an exaggerated IceWing voice.

The door swung open and a red face stared right at me.

"Your late."

"I know but I got caught up in this…"

"Don't give me your excuses. You said you would be back by and WHAT IS THAT!" Paprika called out turning from a solid red of anger to green and blue of shocked and curiosity.

"My excuse," I replied.

"Aww. It's so cute. Bring it in. Is it hungry?" said as shoved us inside her house. The small room was taken up by a relatively large bed, a desk, a table and a bunch of miscellaneous items.

Still shocked from the sudden mood change by Paprika, I helped get some fruit and water for my little buddy. It ate hastily and happily. I explained my little adventure to her. "Oh here's your conch shell." I said passing the marine object to her.

"Thanks," she responded and then immediately threw it on the bed. "I can't believe your found a scavenger. They're fairly rare. Are you going to keep it?"

"I haven't thought of that. I guess I could, but that would be a lot of responsibilities."

"Not like you have that many to begin with." This girl sometimes. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

"I don't know, but I'm not going check," I said.

"Can't be to much of a difference," she spoke in a softer voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked looking over at her.

"What's its name?" She asked dodging to original question. "You have to have a name if your going to keep it."

Thank you to Scavenger2375 for the idea submission. It turns out I can have these out faster than I expected. I will continue this in the next chapter but I want you guys to choose a name, gender and personality for out scavenger friend. I hope you guy like Paprika and her personality. She and Rubs will be recurring characters. Please send in your idea submissions. I take plot ideas, characters, and oc's and I will give credit. Also give me some constructive criticism about my story and writing style. You can leave review or pm me. Thanks for reading.