Moss

This guy never loses his way. His fins change orientation depending on the direction: Both up for north, right one down for east, left one down for west and both down for south, with intermediary directions being a bit of a combination of the positions. This peculiarity made it so that he couldn't communicate with other faes, who make up a sizable amount of the clan, or even the other dragons who understood them. As such, he learned to either speak with the voice inflections of a normal dragon, or in the case of other fae, only when facing south, as he has a bit more control over his fins at this angle. Having him around is great when the clan needs to adventure far from home, whether it be in the deep complexes of the Foxfire Bramble or in the featureless deserts of the Shattered Plain. His chime has been infused with Wyrmwound gas so the clan can always get home afterwards, though he's a bit sensitive to the fumes and has to wear a mask when using it. Probably as a byproduct of his abnormality, he's an organized, linear, contemplative figure who, though stubborn himself, is great at encouraging his more troubled compatriots to take a step in the right direction.