Leif sighed as Fae gave him a very expectant look, full of warning. "IceWings have freezing frost breath- basically fire, but trade elements." Leif watched Fae with a flippant expression as she nodded. "We are by far the most advanced tribe. Fae is actually my," he paused for dramatic affect, purposely giving Fae enough time to loose her mind, "sister. We are IceWing royals, and because of that," he smiled, his brow arched, still making fierce eye contact with Fae, who had surprisingly made no move to kill him, "and because of that, we have special gifts- special abilities, easily making us the most superior tribe." He winked at Fae. He would play along with her game.
"Oh, of course not," Fae laughed awkwardly, "What a bunch on bu-"
"Fae, there, can shift into any given dragon," Leif continued, "one form for every Wing. That is how we learned of the third continent. She can turn into some freaky dragons. Whereas I can grow to an enormous size, make my scales impenetrable, heal any wound on myself. Heck, I could breath fire if I truly wanted to." Leif tore his gaze from Fae and turned to Venom. "Goodness, which one do I pick," he muttered loudly, grimacing at the many eyes inspecting him. "We are dangerous, Venom," Leif admitted, his expression becoming more serious, "but we are wise. We can see an ally when we meet one." Leif watched the Queen carefully, not daring to look anywhere near Fae.