Jog is a small dragon from the fire-breathing kindred. That is, he looks most similar to a child: reptile with undeveloped wings behind the back, necessary to an adult dragon for balance and defense.
Jog just hatched and we watch his life from him coming out of the cave for the first time.
Jog himself is not able to blaze fire. With a sharp exhale his breath becomes warm. Warm enough to melt ice-cream or please a butterfly, but no more.
He is friendly, naive, sociable and very curious. He knows little about the world, but wants to know more, so he climbs wherever it’s prohibited to climb dumps heaps of questions upon everyone, tries to imitate adults, and without hesitation copies his peers’ sophisticated (or simply impossible for a fire-breathing dragon) during games. He does not take offense when he’s laughed at, since it’s not in his nature to be angry, and, in part, simply does not understand that he’s being pranked. He wants to try everything that he sees, play all the toys that came in sight.
Bemol is a floating girl-dragon from the kindred of the thunderbolts. Their weapon ––– a thunderous roar that they make with two dozens of their peculiar trunks.
Bemol’s trunks are so thin and soft, that they are gathered in a bun on the top of her head, causing resemble dreadlocks. If one pulls (or yanks) one of these dreadlocks, it will give out a sound like that of a bagpipe register. Sometimes Bemol pulls the dreadlocks, and very rarely lets a friend pull one.
She’s risible and sharp-tongued, but at the same time kind and ready to defend justice in the most unequal fight. Big beautiful eyes and a nice smile leave no one indifferent.
Klats ––– a good-natured fatso with a lot of nostrils on the face. Most of these snotty nostrils sniffs alternately. He's of the ice dragons and have learned to generate the ice a little bit already. It looks something like this: he gathers a little water in his mouth, strains, bulging eyes and frantically whistling and sniffing with all the nostrils, then exhales sharply through his nostrils, raising a cloud of dust and leaves, and then spits out a pea of ice on his palm. The spectacle is hilarious, and friends keep asking him to do it over and over again.
Hrum is a local bully of the mountain dragons. He is able to fly cool, but feels insecure among other dragons. Because of this uncertainty, he acts silly and gets into trouble, which shares with his true friends.