Whether blue dragons should live in the desert or on the coast has long been a bone of contention amongst blue dragons themselves. The more traditional blues insist that the desert is their proper place, where they can soar regally over their domain, camouflaged by the bright blue sky. But of late, the younger dragons have been extolling the virtues of the coast. Their arguments focus on how the ocean is really just another type of sky, only down instead of up, and with more to eat in it. They also mention that in the desert they must compete with brown dragons, who've adopted the ignoble but effective strategy of hiding in the sand, often allowing them to prevail in surprise attacks against the more physically powerful blues.
On coasts, the only draconic competitors are bronze dragons, and many blues have taken advantage of those creatures' benevolence by painting themselves bronze to trick adventurers. The desert-dwelling blues grumble about how the younger generation is prepared to jettison eons of proud history for a bit of convenience and easy living, but they grudgingly accept the right of young blues to live where they wish. Of course there's the occasional troubling example, like the degenerate rogue blue Corrodus who went to live in the swamp, but no one talks about him.
On coasts, the only draconic competitors are bronze dragons, and many blues have taken advantage of those creatures' benevolence by painting themselves bronze to trick adventurers. The desert-dwelling blues grumble about how the younger generation is prepared to jettison eons of proud history for a bit of convenience and easy living, but they grudgingly accept the right of young blues to live where they wish. Of course there's the occasional troubling example, like the degenerate rogue blue Corrodus who went to live in the swamp, but no one talks about him.