Unknown Torrent

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Is Bronze really writing a new fanfic when she has 2 others to conplete? Yesiree bob.
Speaking of, if you want to check them out, they are The Frostbreath Spell(first fanfic, it's not very good tbh) and Deserted Sands(in the middle of a rewrite).
As always, don't touch this page unless you're fixing spelling or Vortex will use her "forbidden gift" on you.
=== Innocent! ===
No one knew who Iridi or Palpus were. As far as anyone could figure out, they’d both been abandoned by their parents and had nowhere else to go. The two BeetleWings, despite their obvious differences, got along together as if they were long lost siblings.
Iridi and Palpus had been invited to finally become involved in society, in a small town constructed in the jungle. At last, they had dragons to talk to and perhaps even make friends with, no matter if they just so happen to be the mayor's daughter.
But when the precious LeafWing daughter goes missing, Palpus is pinpointed as the main subject. Putting their lives at the risk of the older mayor's Leafspeak, Iridi and Palpus must solve the mystery of the missing LeafWing before they become plants.
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== Into the Field ==
4,033 AS
Sunshine filtered through the trees.
It lit up the vibrant foliage in all of its sparkling glory, a glittering carpet of neverending dew drops akin to the night stars. Great white light casted down on the jungle's caste system of height, supporting only those who touched the sky. And near the top of a massive tree, hidden only by sweet honeysickle vines, a large shape rustled in response.
The shape sluggishly rose up, opening his mouth to unleash a noist yawn over the canopy stretching endlessly for many wingspans. Something beside him stiffled a laugh.
He swiftly turned his gray head around to see where it came from. All there was were thousands of greens and browns crisscrossing each other in the small supported structure, decorated occasionally with a sweet yellow or red flower wafting its scent in the enclosure. The figure's drowsy expression transformed into a large grin. "Come on Palpus, I know you're here somewhere."
In response, a dragon clunked her way out on the wooden floor with an identical smile plastered across her snout. She jabbed her elbow at him playfully. "Haha you still can't find me. Iridi, you need to try harder than that if you wish to ever find Palpus, the master of hide and seek in the jungle!"
"What about Heartwood? She literally has great leaf wings that blend perfectly with all the plant life? Green blends better than..." He stopped as Palpus gave him a fierce look.
The dragon snorted at his suggestion. "Okay, she's a walking jungle and therefore does not count. But pair me up with another BeetleWing and we'll see about hiding spots."
Iridi stretched in the large room. "We can try that later. Right now I want some mangos."
Palpus shot straight up. "Ooh, yes! Can't disagree on that! I'll race ya down." And without another second to spare the BeetleWing charged across the room and down the wooden steps.
The gray dragon left in the fort shook his head slowly at the realization he would never be able to beat Palpus at a race. Iridi walked across the room to the stairway, looked around himself for clearance, and lifted off into the humid air with a massive whoosh.
The morning was truly a beautiful one. Birds of every color flew around his scales as the BeetleWing brushed the leafage of trees with his wingtips. Warmth filled every gray scale of his to the brim like minature fire. Far ahead was a yellow glimpse of Palpus, gliding from one massive branch to another with trenendous skill. She had no issues keeping ahead of Iridi in the slightest, so much so it was almost easy to forget she couldn't quite fly yet with her slender 4 wings. They glowed pale orange whenever the sun kissed them in between trees.
Iridi could've kept staring at her nimble movements forever if it wasn't for an unseen tangle of vines snaring one of his wings. He swung forward unexpectedly, suspended in the air, the vines in a knot around a larger wing. The BeetleWing hollered at Palpus. "PALPUS!"
The yellow dragon landed on a branch as her head swiveled toward him. Her concentrated look became one of worry, and she glid from the tree to a larger one. With a few more rounds of gliding, Palpus was suddenly there at the site of the problem.
She inspected the tangle closely, poking it with a long claw. "Oh Clearsight, this is quite a dilemma you're caught in? How did you not see this in your way Iridi?"
He held his tongue. "I...I was distracted."
She rolled her eyes playfully as her nimble talons seized and sliced at the vines. "Be ready to flap your wings when I release you."
"Alright PalpAAAAA!" The vines came lose, gravity's claw hold dragging him down to the dirt ground. Iridi's wings flapped frantically, just in time to hover a wingspan away from impending harm. Both BeetleWings sighed in relief.
They made their way onwards in the forest, although Iridi monitored each tree closely now for rogue vines. The town made its way into view, incorporating much of its fine architecture in the trunks of long standing trees towering into the muggy sky. At its entrance was its mayor, Mayor Mescalbean, scowling at them furiously.
"Sorry Mr.Mescal, Iridi was caught in a legume on the way here," apologized Palpus quickly. She bumped Iridi to do the same.
Iridi bowed his head. "My bad."
He snorted furiously. "The breakfast has been going on for 30 minutes, BeetleWings."
"Okay, but are there scraps for us?" Palpus tilted her head as if attempting to hypnotise the mayor to her will.
His huge sage green head threw back as he laughed hideously at such a notion. "You'll be lucky if there's even fruit to eat. All that's left by now is likely the unwanted pile. Sorry dragonets," Mescalbean's voice dripped with false sympathy.
"It's alright, we'll make do." The dragon waved at the LeafWing, guiding Iridi's shoulder along into the overgrown town.
Once the two dragons were out of Mescalbean's hearing, Iridi nodded disapprovingly at her. "Why do you act that way to him?"
Palpus's wings twitched. "He might be a stupid hooked thorn, but he's a thorn in power Iridi. If you make one wrong move he'll strangle us in our sleep with his leafspeak. He hates us."
"He only hates us because you want to spend time with Heartwood and you know she's off-limits," clarified the gray BeetleWing. The sun was now high enough to split his gray on gray scales into beautifully iridescent rainbows all along the edges of each large scale.
"Yes, but she's great company. You wouldn't understand our time together," Palpus argued stubbornly. She sprinted ahead of him to the food collection building; a large thachet hut woven with grasses in a large bungalow-like shape over a small blue lake. Iridi flapped along, landing on the steps.
"Yuck, they left us cacao beans and some snails." Palpus cringed at the pitiful food pile. She whipped her head around. "Iridi, do you like either of those food choices?"
"I like cacao beans." Iridi held out his palm to recieve several pods of the plant.
"I'm going hunting myself for some mangos. This is ridiculous." In an instant Palpus hovered to the entrance and continued running into the noisy jungle, her yellow scales soon disappearing behind a shrub.
"Well," someone croaked behind him, "That went better than I expected."
The BeetleWing jumped into the air. A huge pale green BeetleWing stood behind him in front of the entrance, over 4 times his height. His eyes were icy blue and glassy. A single antenna assessed Iridi - the other looked mysteriously sliced off. Small holes were evident in his wings, and several leaf pouches hung from his neck.
He seemed familar, but the gray dragon didn't know why.
"Mescalbean kept yapping and yapping about you and your love. I just had to see why." His talons the size of the smaller BeetleWing'a head made a 3-clawed talking gesture.
"She is not my love!" Iridi snapped, suddenly feeling flushed in the face.
"Sure sure, whatever you say youngling." He gave off a sly sweet smile. "I am Periwinkle, the original founder of Bramble."
Iridi was confused. "But I thought Mescalbean was the founder."
Periwinkle rustled his wings. "No, goodness no. He would've never made such an ingenious town. I promoted Mescalbean to mayor because 23 years ago my vision began failing me, and how is a nearly blind dragon supposed to read strings of reports every hour? Hasn't been any better since: in fact you look mostly like a gray smudge." He felt around for the smaller dragon's antennae. "I think this is your antennae."
"But...if Bramble is 119 years old, how-"
"I'm 134, dragon. One of the oldest BeetleWings in the tribe if Jubilee hasn't passed away yet." The grand BeetleWing counted his talons. "She'll be 147 on the last day of the year."
Iridi shuffled in place. "Elderly indeed. Listen Perwinkle, no offense, but I have a friend to attend to."
He nodded back. "Yes, your girlfriend ran off and needs saving by her royal boyfriend. I'll leave so you can have the saving credit."
"She is not my girlfriend!" The metallic BeetleWing barked at Periwinkle; he was already in the air with a huge WOOOOSH.
"If you two ever have eggs, be sure to tell me!" The founder hollered over his shoulder as he disappeared over the treetops.
Iridi smacked his talons against his frontal scales and briefly yanked on his antennae to free up his iritation. Once the episode passed, he set his sights to the jungle.
== Rebellious ==
It took longer to find Palpus than he wanted, in large part due to the new blooms plastered over the jungle in colorful sweeps of the rainbow. After landing on a trunk to stakeout, he caught a glimpse of a flickering red wing in the sun rays, surrounded by shadows cast by the leaves far overhead. The BeetleWing snarled at her. "Palpus!"
The wing leaped into the air, and the dragon it was attached to turned around. Her dark blue scales seemed dull black here. She feigned a look. "Wh-What are you doing here?"
"I live here. Where are the mangos?" His wings ruffled forwards.
"Oh, um...right here!" Palpus swiftly tossed him a few mangos. "Now, I'm going to find some m-"
Iridi stopped her. "You were with someone, were you?" At that exact moment he felt eyes staring daggers into his scales.
Palpus shook her head. "N-No, I'd never do such a thing!"
"Palpus..."
She stamped her leg. "Fine! I was talking to someone! But I didn't want you to eavesdrop on us!" The BeetleWing nearly whined her last statement.
"You and I both knew this was going to happen Palpus," hissed a new datk green figure with beige flaky scales accented by pink markings. Her eyes were nearly black, and her spine was golden. She was shorter than they were despite being 4 years older, but she was no gentler than her father.
"Out of all LeafWings, you chose Heartwood to talk to," Iridi exasperated.
"Bu-"
He pressed his palms on her larger armor scales. "Heartwood, the no-good LeafWing. Heartwood, Mescalbean's only daughter."
Heartwood flicked her tongue. "Second daughter. My previous sister didn't make it past a few weeks."
He glanced at her before glaring straight into Palpus's orange eyes. "She's off-limits Palpus! You need to stop."
She lashed her thin tail back. "Maybe you need to stop! I want to do what I want Iridi. I'm tired of heeding your words. You won't stop me this time! Let's go Heartwood!"
The BeetleWing promptly climbed up a nearby tree and as quick as lightning glid across the sky. Heartwood shot him an emotionless gander with her midnight black eyes, camouflaging into the canopy as she soared along.
== Boundaries ==
Iridi's wings felt unusually heavy on the return trip back to the treehouse. He wasn't if it was from the fact a torrent of water was now being dumped all over the jungle without reprieve or from the encounter with Palpus.
Because he'd never been turned down so harshly from her before.
Sure, she was quick to choices. Palpus wasn't always the best at morals, so it had been his job to guide her for as long as he could remember. There was still that memory, clear as the blue sky, when he'd told her to stay back from a Dragonbite viper, back when they were tiny dragonets capable of becoming food for such a beast. Iridi was always her compass on what was right or wrong, and she'd always listened. Roughly, anyway.
But this time, it was different. She disagreed with him so quickly, with not even a second of indecision.
Maybe Palpus didn't want him around after all.
Had she been exhausted by his pressence?
Maybe he was too controlling.
"Arrrgh," the BeetleWing thumped his talons against the wood in anger, only succeeding in injuring them. He rubbed his talons, now slightly inflammed from the impact. He wasn't sure what to do, and unfortunately Palpus had been his only friend over the years. But Iridi didn't want to stay here and deal with the tangle of thoughts like the vines that had caught him earlier. He needed someone sensible to pick them out.
Periwinkle. His silver eyes brightened, and he almost immediately scolded himself for such a thought. The recent dragon had no business bothering the former mayor he'd just met about problems with his g - he had to hold himself back from thinking the label. And plus, he'd just tease him about Palpus.
Yet at the same time, the older BeetleWing looked all set and ready for anything. Perhaps he wouldn't mind a brief visit from a new neighbor in Bramble. What did he even do all day, with eyes the same consistency as rambutan orbs? Surely he couldn't do much: maybe he'd enjoy Iridi's company.
The more the BeetleWing thought about him, the more he found himself willing to search for the elderly dragon. He stood up, flicked his wings, and soared right out of the treehouse. The sky waterfall had waned some, still drenching him and filling each in between with warm sweet water, but not enough to weigh down his four nimble wings. Millions of colors swept by as Iridi found himself flying faster and faster towards Bramble. He landed on the dirt pathway with a slight squish, after which he hurried to some lofty shelter.
"Mister, please don't loiter in front of my establishment," squeaked a small voice behind him. The BeetleWing turned around to see a tiny BeetleWing in a proportional carving surrounded by chunks of wood. Ledges etched into the tree bark around her held all sorts of excellent figures. The actual dragon was a twig, with dappled pastel red scales on chocolate brown ones. Wingbuds were seen in place of wings. She looked a little like Palpus with her slender body, but was covered from head to toe in orange triangle shapes. Around her yellow eyes were brown trangles.
"I didn't see you there," he admitted. He felt a little strange to be commanded by such a small BeetleWing. She was likely only 4, yet was already operating a store of her own.
"They call me Delta," she nodded. "Will you buy anything?"
Iridi shook his head. "I don't have anything to bargain with, but I do want to ask a question."
"Anything." Delta set aside her sculpture, which was starting to take the form of some sort of winged creature with sharp ears.
He glanced outside at the downpour. "Do you know where Periwinkle lives?"
She flicked her black talons. "That's easy. He lives right down the street, in a big scary sinkhole. You can't miss it."
"Um, thanks for your help." He really hadn't expected the task to be so easy. Iridi twitched his tail as he headed out the shop.
Delta stood upright on two legs. "No wait wait wait!"
His silver head turned back showing a generous amount of confusion at the small dragonet.
If she had wings, they would've most certainly flickered, but instead her wingbuds flexed slightly. Yellow eyes hid some of her desperate alarm. "It's raining! Are you sure you want to search for the founder in this weather?"
He shrugged his bulky shoulders. "I don't really mind the rain."
The BeetleWing's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "You...enjoy the rain?!"
"I don't prefer to fly in it, but otherwise it's alright." He left Delta behind still gaping in her shop as the world pelted him with droplets of water.
She was right, it was extremely easy to find, so much so he almost regretted asking her in the first place. After a series of buildings was a large cavernous hole in the dirt as if a mountainous-sized dragon had scooped it out with their talons. Small mud waterfalls flowed down the edges into a stank stagnant pool filled with tree litter. Iridi swooped into the abyss, listening to the streams gurgle in complaint with their environmental contents.
"You came. I wasn't expecting you here," boomed a creaky voice.
Across from Iridi was Periwinkle, shivering and hunched over, green wings hiding most of his sorry shape. His so called "house" was a cave just barely large enough to support his size if he crouched.
"Periwinkle." Iridi couldn't believe what he was seeing, an elder in the smallest place to call home imaginable. "Why do you live in such a dump?"
The green BeetleWing suddenly stood upright, opening his jaws to fire a plentiful spray of venom just a wingspan away. The drops sizzled and melted through its target - a small tree branch - instantly into hot goo. His posture deflated. He smacked his lips in frustration. "It is not a dump!" Much softer now, almost mournfully, he added: "It was my home."
The small BeetleWing peered around. "Your...home?"
Periwinkle slowly nodded. He rose his head, hitting it against the cave with a loud hiss spat at the inanimate ceiling. The dragon scampered out in the wide sinkhole, immediately filling up a good amount of the empty air. Drops danced off his shoulders as an ancient chorale-telling air gathered around him.
"Many years ago, it was hollowed out in a trunk of a grand tree. Such a tree was full of lustrous wonders from all around the continent, even from across the ocean in the Distant Kingdoms. It became a bit of a museum in its own regard, before I moved its artifacts to the actual building.
"An issue arose with my size around 90 years prior. I recruited Mescalbean and some LeafWings to help me find timber for expansion. While they were building, they noticed the soil around the tree was rather soft. They warned me of a potential sinkhole undertalon. I laughed off the ludicrous possibility, and believed nothing bad ever would happen to my treehome. But 2 days ago..." The BeetleWing watched the muddy water flow into the pit toward the dirt wall, and Iridi understood.
His glazed eyes glanced at Iridi, his singular antennae darting in his general direction. "I suppose you're here for something?"
"It's about Palpus," the gray dragon stammered. He clasped his palms together and stared at the mud, partially because he was unexpectedly nervous, and partially because it hurt to crane his neck up to the older BeetleWing's head. Iridi was fully expecting Periwinkle to retort, but instead he sighed woefully. "What is it?"
"Do you remember how you told me to go searching for her earlier?"
Periwinkle suddenly seemed shooken up. "Did you find her?"
Iridi stepped back. "Yes, I found her" - to which the elder relaxed - "but she was with Heartwood. I tried to explain to her she was a bad influence, but Palpus ignored me and now I don't know what to do."
"You two are good friends, correct? She'll come back eventually when she decides to. Although I'm not very fond of the fact she was with Heartwood. You're right - that LeafWing of Mescalbean is a dangerous sneaky one. You mustn't keep an eye on here though, for if she discovers, she'll be flustered. I'll keep my eyes-er, antenna-on her if it calms your nerves." He bowed his head politely.
"I'd like that. What are you going to do about your home?" Iridi peered upwards.
He shrugged. "Need to find a new tree. I can probably convince Mescalbean to use his Leafspeak to help with that, but nothing's truly going to replace my old tree."
The metallic dragon rustled his 2 pairs of wings. "That's good-I mean, about having a new home of course, not the part of it sinking in a hole and all that. I'd hate to see you living in a crevice like that."
The opposing BeetleWing's antenna flickered. "It's going to be a while. Now, if you excuse me, I must go out looking for your girlfriend." And before Iridi could protest, he blew the youngster aside with a single flap of his wings. Iridi was rather impressed he had no issues flying out of the tight hole even with long elegant wings. The green dragon disappeared over the edge of the sinkhole as the sky's sorrow kept on.
== Woodchucks ==
It was rather strange sitting by himself in the humid air at the top of the crater. The rain had stopped only a few minutes afterwards, leaving its downpour to sizzle into ridiculously hot vapor. Iridi could feel steam curling off his scales in a similar fashion to the rosebud tea Palpus would brew in the colder months of the year.
"I just don't understand how you deal with such weather," a familiar voiced disapproved from his right. He shifted his head to see Delta sauntering toward him, a cherry red slender figure breathing somewhat harshly. Once she reached him, she peered down the sinkhole's side. "Where's the founder?"
The silver BeetleWing explained, "He's looking for my friend to keep an eye on her."
She draped her tail in front of her. "Couldn't you go searching for her yourself? You have wings: It shouldn't be that much of a chore."
"Periwinkle said he should spy because if I were to, she'd be more mad at me then she already is." He was mildly taken aback by her statement, as if having wings was an excuse.
"Well, I really needed to ask him about something I was thinking of," Delta sighed as she unsheathed and sheathed her stingers repeatedly in boredom. He was amazed: Iridi had never seen a BeetleWing with stingers before, much less one below every talon. 10 dangerous brown spikes curved downwards like claws, albeit slightly smaller. The dragonet noticed him staring in a trance and abruptly stopped. "You've never seen stingers before?"
"I haven't known or seen many BeetleWings. In fact, my friend is the only one I know. She can't do that, or anything at all," Iridi admitted.
Delta gazed up at him. "So you grew up under a rock. Can you do anything? Do you even have parents for that matter?"
The BeetleWing wasn't very fond of her tone, yet urged silk to stream out of his palms. "I can create silk. That's all. No, me and my friend Palpus don't have parents. We grew up alone, only recently invited into Bramble precisely two weeks prior."
She took a small strand, twirling it until the silk was spooled around one dark talon. "I've never met a silk-weaver before. It's amazingly soft! Such a silk would be excellent for my wooden products, combined with father's cotton buisness..." She smiled at Iridi. "You could help us in our shop I bet."
"Uh, who's our?" He puzzled.
The dragonet snatched the older dragon's elbow and led him through the path in an excited rush of energy. He nearly trampled over his own legs in the process. 2 pairs of wings fluttered rapidly to keep his balance. In a moment the BeetleWings were in front of the tree where Iridi had met Delta. Two taller figures stood there inside the trunk, tails lashing at empty air.
"Delta," the male hissed. His scales were unusually pale, the color of ivory, pocked by slightly brighter yellow specks along his long pink spines. His underscales were nearly white with a faint hint of washed out purple. Tawny stripes decorated the latter half of his tail. Piercing green eyes glared at her, and 4 oddly sharp yellow wings sliced through the atmosphere by a mere twitch. Iridi had a feeling he was a powerful flier.
"Retic, it's okay. This is my new friend."
Retic flexed his talons slightly, extending pink spikes from his wrists. The gray BeetleWing glanced at Delta's talons, who did the same with her own weapons. It was easy to tell who'd she obtained her trait from.
"How many times have we told you to ask us for permission when leaving the shop," Retic roared, "You're supposed to attend to the counter at all times!"
The second adult nodded in agreement. She was thicker than Retic, displaying her dark palette of chocolate brown. Small thin regions of crimson and magenta peeked through, as if she was covered in mud. Her underscales were dark orange, although lines of sunburst orange burst through in uncoordinated in-betweens. A line of yellow scales began behind her gray eyes, ending at her short tail tip. Four broad wings flapped impatiently. "Delta, I'm afraid we're going to have to punish you this time. It's the third time this month. Rules are rules." She edged her on past her. "Go to your carving while me and your father discuss your punishment."
Delta grumbled something incoherent, and pulled Irid along. "Okay Zircon. Let's g-"
"Oh, the BeetleWing stays here. We want to know what you've been doing," Zircon interrupted.
"B-" The dragonet was about to argue when her eyes caught a glimpse of Retic's stingers. She shivered and scurried away into the tree.
Retic waited until she was out of sight before turning to Iridi. "Now, who are you, dirty peasant?"
Iridi stepped back in disbelief at his rudeness. "I'm Iridi. Delta wanted me to meet you while I was waiting for Periwinkle. She said I could be useful."
The adult snorted. "Useful in my store? What can you do that's different than any other volunteer?"
"Can any of them weave silk?" A thin string of silk eased out from his glands, eventually touching the ground. Retic's jaw dropped as he came forwards in a trance to pick at the silk. Zircon seemed unmoved, but a sudden twitch of her antennae in his direction proved otherwise.
Retic trembled, clawing at the silk. "But I thought there were no silk weavers in the tribe! I was sure of it: I've been everywhere on the continent looking for silk weavers after the tragedy 4 years ago. No one had ever seen one. Then you showed up and I don't know what to think." He bowed his head. "I'm so sorry for my rudeness."
"Wait, what did happen 4 years ago? I'm not very into what happens in the tribe." Iridi asked.
He clenched his talons. "A mistake. I shouldn't have judged you: You see, Delta is still a youngling who doesn't always know what's best for her. She almost never brings anything good home, except for now. You must join us Iridi. Who are your parents?"
Iridi fluttered his 4 wings, shuffling a little as he draped his tail in front of himself. "I...uh...don't have any."
"WHAT?!" Retic's tail flew back, knocking over a table. "You're an orphan?"
"Poor BeetleWing," added Zircon. She bent over to pick up the fallen piece of furniture.
"We grew up fine though! Me and Palpus..." Iridi bent backwards. "Oh, Periwinkle!"
A green head stalked the 3 dragons only a winglength away. "Iridi, you need to come with me, now."
"What for?" Anxiety began to gnaw at his insides. Through the corners of his eyes Delta's red head emerged from a doorway, her yellow eyes alert.
Periwinkle raised his head. "Mescalbean said it's very urgent. Come on!" He wasted no time to flap into the sauna-like air. Iridi followed him along, being wary of his huge wings.
== Wrath ==
"WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?!"
That was the first thing Iridi was met with as soon as he was within earshot of the great LeafWing. He attempted to land beside him, but large tendrils sprouted from the nearby Kudzu and grasped his limbs tightly. A smaller vine slowly wound around his neck.
"Mescalbean, Iridi can't help you if you strangle him alive," cooly stated Periwinkle.
He snapped at the elderly BeetleWing. "He kidnapped Heartwood! I know he did." The LeafWing's smiled cruelly. "And kidnappers deserve a slow painful death."
"I didn't do anything! I was with Delta waiting for Periwinkle," Iridi shouted. The vine was dangerously close to choking him.
Mescalbean's eyes widened, and the Kudzu let go of its vicious chokehold. "Oh, of course! It was Palpus! She'll be sorry she touched my precious LeafWing daughter..."
"But Palpus is missing. I searched the jungle for her, and there was no sign of either of the two. It's a coincidence both of them are gone at the same time," Periwinkle elaborated.
Iridi glanced up at him. "You couldn't find Palpus?"
The dragon shook his mint green head. "No dice."
"Don't you two see it?" The mayor argued, "Clearly, she was out with my daughter, which I have told her about a centipede's number of legs to not do, and stole her from right under my snout! She's the culprit!"
Iridi growled at Mescalbean. "She'd never do such a thing. I've known her since almost our hatching days, and Palpus might be compulsive, but she's never been the malicious sort."
He hissed back at the dragon. "Do that again, and I'll feed you to a Venus Dragon-trap." Mescalbean turned back. "Alright, fine, let's say theoretically, she didn't take Heartwood. Where are they?"
"Exploring or lost are two perfectly good options," Periwinkle suggested.
"Heartwood would never explore. She knows the world is dangerous," Mescalbean retorted.
Iridi frowned. "Heartwood is so mysterious, who knows what she wanted to do. Maybe her dwelling has clues."
"Pfft, sure, like I'm going to let the suspect's brother into my tree home." The LeafWing's tail whipped amusingly.
Periwinkle stepped closer to him. "A small BeetleWing can search more places than a larger BeetleWing. It's better if Iridi looks: I'm much too big and blind to help."
I think you're useful, thought the gray BeetleWing.
Mescalbean seemed to be procesing the request as well, finally sighing. "Alright, you may look in her room. I have something important to do and can't go on a wild prey hunt to find Heartwood, although she's very important."
"Thanks," politely nodded the elderly BeetleWing. He waited until Mescalbean garnered some distance away, and tapped on Iridi's head. "Knowing Mescalbean, he'll only want you to look at her room, so find it, examine it from horn to claw, and tell me what you find. I'll give you my input afterwards."
Iridi turned around, and was up in the air, slipping in through a small cavity in the tree.
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