Aww... It’s a cute baby dragon. It skitters around in the shadows, seemingly repelled by light.

And look! It has grown wings! It must be close to maturing.

Young dragons are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it typically marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own and are usually left alone by their mother.

Flea Flicker hates fleas and other "bloodsucking crawlies"—in his opinion, if they want to drain the life out of something, they should do it with proper magic, not by biting down or trying to insert themselves somewhere in their victims' bodies. Gross. He flicks the little creatures with great satisfaction much like one might flick a ball behind them. Flea Flicker's magical abilities are reserved for practice sessions, small hunts, and Floofy Witch the witchlight, whom he "accidentally" targets, while she "accidentally" makes his head loll with her screwy illusions. Their guardians are not very pleased about this rivalry.