Tales Of An Ice/Sea Hybrid

Note: This story takes place a hundred years before the canon timeline, during a war between the SeaWings and the IceWings.
== Chapter 1 ==
You can tell I'm a hybrid the minute you look at me. My scales are a darker blue than most IceWings, but that could just be a scale defect right? That happens sometimes. But if you get closer, you'll see the webs around my talons, the gills on my necks, the frill on my back, my complete lack of horn or spines, and there will be no way you can mistake me for anything but a hybrid.
Everyone knows what I am. Most of the dragons around here don't mind it very much. Commoner IceWings are just trying to survive, and if I can help them do that, they don't mind having me around. The aristocrats are the ones who give me the most grief. Of course, they would prefer never to sully their perfect talons by stepping foot outside of the castle, but they have to take a visit every year to "evaluate" us. By order of Queen Freeze, of course. 
I can see the way they look at me, the way they turn up their snouts at me and my mother and sniff disapprovingly. They never say anything. They know I have permission to be here, and they don't want to cross the queen, lest they get dropped down the rankings as a result. Still, they dislike me even more than they dislike most commoner IceWings.
What do they think about us? They think we're weak, pathetic creatures who will never be worth anything. They think we should be trying as hard as we can to earn a place on the rankings. They think we don't care about our position in life, and that we're practically useless to the Ice Kingdom.
And what do I think? I think we're down to earth, instead of stuck up and snooty. I think we're willing and eager to go to the gift of sustenance if we need to eat. I think we care about other dragons, instead of our place on a wall.
I'm Harp Seal, but you can call me Harp. Welcome to my existence.
== Chapter 2 ==
I was picking carrots when my life was upended.
And yes, before you ask, we do have farms in the Ice Kingdom. The aristocrats would like you to think that we can provide for everyone through the power of our superior hunting skills, but that's a lie. There was actually an animus who tried to solve this, the one who made the gift of sustenance. The queen demanded that they make a way for IceWings to provide for themselves without farming. It worked just fine, but then all the royals decided that they hated it and made us start farming again. That should tell you something about them. 
There was a loud horn blast, and then a royal IceWing procession came through, trampling all my hard work and then expecting me to bow to them. Which I did, but in protest. 
The dragon leading the procession, an aristocrat narrowed her eyes at me. She was trying to look intimidating, but I could tell she was nervous. She was the main inspector to our village, so I had seen her before, and I knew her tells. Her tail always tapped a little on the ground when she was anxious, and she would glance from side to side. I guess even all the etiquette lessons in the world can't fix everyone. 
"You," she ordered. "Stand up." 
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