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Headmaster: "Yes, he is my son. Born from the light of dragons and the darkness of balrogs, we named him Eclipse."
Gene: "We're twins, technically, but I was born first. I think I hit Eric too hard when we were still in there, making him the way he is now."
Flarewing: "Why the heck is a giant castle out here while we have only been sleeping on the dirt during this entire retreat?!"
Frostbite: "Hold your ground! We won't let them hurt big bro!"
Grayscale: "My body rejects color altogether. You think I've never tried dying my fur? it doesn't work."
Eric: "It's nice to rest every once in a while. Not just at night, but under the warmth of the sun too."
Headmaster: "As long as you are here, you abide by my rules and restrictions. I am the ringleader, and you are nothing more than my winged tiger."
Eric: "I can't fly, so he pretends to be unable to as well to make me feel better. But I know he sneaks out at night for a quick flight occasionally."
Violetbolt: "My speciality is thunder. Violet thunder. It has the speed of light, the burn of a flame, and the beauty of violet."
Flarewing: "It feels so cold. Why does it feel so cold?"