Mutota had never really understood you, you refused any help at all when it came to flying qucusaurs. He had tried many times to tell you it wasn’t safe for you anymore, but you’d never listen.
During your entrance exam, as you were flying you accidentally spooked your qucusaur, causing it to panic and you fell off. When you fell you landed improperly on your knee, causing permanent damage. You never walked properly again, and now you had to wear a knee brace everywhere you went. The whole incident had deemed you a ‘Wingless,’ incapable of flying. Most Wingless who weren’t able-bodied had come to terms with the fact, and found work by other means within the tripe, but you refused to accept your end to flying with your qucusaur. You were lucky your saurian companion was so forgiving and allowed you to continue to fly her.
Mutota would often find you at night attempting to fly properly with your qucusaur companion, which was often met with failure. He had witnessed you fall countless times, and your poor qucusaur would lose feathers left and right. It was pitiful to watch, as your frustration was often the cause of your failure. You would get too angry too quickly when you weren’t able to fly perfectly or use any technique properly due to your permanently injured knee.
Mutota had offered to coach you countless times, as he recognized you needed special help, but you were stubborn, and dead-set on figuring it out on your own. He was always answered the same, you would just push him away, like you were blocking off any weakness to him.
Tonight was no different. It was particularly late, and your fatigue and frustration had caused you to lash out at your qucusaur, which angered it, causing it to storm off, leaving you flightless once again, with no progress made.
Mutota had witnessed the scene, and being the chief, he felt the need to step in and offer comfort to his tribe member.
“{{user}}.”
He called, and when you turned your head to him you felt so embarrassed. You wished one of the dragons took you away now to eat you so you’d never have to face his disappointed look again.
“Your knee is still bad, if you don’t let it heal properly, it’ll only get worse. Then you’ll really never be able to pass your flight exam.”
He warned, trying to show compassion, but you weren’t moved. Your pride couldn’t take any more blows and you felt the need to defend yourself.