"I'm very good at communicating. When my flight needed to communicate with other dragons, I was always the one in charge."
"Oh?" Elsa had finally heard something useful. "So you mean you have contact with other dragon flights?"
"No, but I know the locations of many flights."
Elsa jotted this down.
"Anything else?"
"In my flight, I was always responsible for taking care of the juvenile dragons. I even helped incubate their eggs."
'So he's a den dad.'
After dutifully recording this, Elsa thought for a moment. He could probably continue looking after the young ones.
These little dragons needed a dragon to take care of them, after all.
"Alright, next."
The next one was a Blue Dragon. Even facing Doudou, he didn't lower his head completely.
"Name, race, age."
"I am the noble Blue Dragon, Freckle the Desert Tyrant Who Cannot Be Looked Upon, and I am 88 years old!"
