Tamerike

==Note to the Reader==
SPOILER ALERT FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ MOON RISING!
This fanfiction, in case you didn't realize, is a ship for Tamarin and Pike!
I hope you enjoy!
- Misty
==Chapter One - Pike==
After his home was destroyed by SkyWings, Pike wasn't inclined to be too friendly towards them in general. And now he was standing on the summit of Jade Mountain, his webbed talons clutching the rock and his eyes staring up at the double peaks, wondering if it would be bad if he were to clobber the next SkyWing he saw with his tail. Probably.
They had just exited the main caves, after Sunny had announced that the Jade Winglet had gone missing. Pike remembered a few of the dragons who had been part of that - Moonwatcher the NightWing, a quiet dragon who he hadn't talked to but always acted like she had a headache; Qibli the SandWing, and some snooty IceWing prince.
He shook his wings. Right after what happened in the history cave.
The solemn assemblies, the warnings that the heads of school had given them, still echoed throughout his head as he paced in front of the entrance. But especially the memory of Tamarin, the small RainWing who had been burned so badly, kept returning.
The thought of the young RainWing sent a series of clouded, confused emotions through him.
Whatever, Pike thought, seeing the glittering form of Anemone as she swooped towards the lake with the other SeaWings. I might as well go fishing now.
He dove into the air, wings outspread. He dodged a sour looking SkyWing and bared his teeth at him. He had a big, ugly scar across his face, and Pike recoiled as the SkyWing whipped around to growl at him.
"Move it," Pike said.
"No one tells me to move it!" The SkyWing aimed a bite at his wing, and Pike whirled to crash his muscular tail into the hostile dragon's face.
"Well, I just did," he said as the SkyWing careened away, massive wings flapping in a vain attempt to regain his balance.
The rest of the day went very well, until one certain NightWing said snidely, "I wonder if that stupid RainWing is any better. She's probably camouflaging herself to look like she has burns and taking the chance to sleep." The other NightWing beside him laughed, and Pike, who had been happily enjoying a large salmon, jolted his head up.
No one insults Tamarin!
Fish forgotten, Pike got to his talons. "What did you say, smoke-breather?" he snarled.
"I called her a stupid RainWing," the NightWing snorted with a smug, superior expression glued to his face. "Like a SeaWing like you would care." He turned away, ready to make another rude comment, when Pike lashed his claws right across his scaled leg and bit at the NightWing's crest. He made sure that he didn't give him any bleeding injuries, of course, but just enough to make it hurt.
"Pike!"
Oops, the SeaWing thought, seeing Clay standing at a tunnel entrance.
"What are you doing?" the burly MudWing asked, lifting Pike from the piteously moaning NightWing.
"Um," Pike said, deciding it would be better to look at the wall then into Clay's exasperated face. "I'm practising?"
"First it was Carnelian, and now it's poor Mightyclaws," Clay said, putting a wing firmly around his shoulders. "Tsunami is going to want to hear about this."
The Head of the School, Pike thought with no hint of enthusiasm. Yay.
== Chapter Two - Tamarin ==
Pain lanced through her scales as she tried to move.
She remembered the loud sound, the agony as whatever had ignited surrounded her. And then unconsciousness and quiet, worried voices. The cool feel of water brushing against her aching wings, her chest and her legs and her tail.
Tamarin opened her eyes, though she knew it was useless, considering that she was blind.
Maybe if I wasn't blind, I would have seen whatever had happened.
At first, Tamarin had thought all dragons couldn't see, or that the world was a strange place where there were invisible things. But when she was still a young dragonet, she had been told that she was blind. Which had led to the twisted scars from her many falls, her once clumsy flight.
She flicked her ears as she heard the sound of talon steps, and the sound of the harsh breathing that all NightWings seemed to have.
"Hello?" Tamarin called out tentatively.
Instead of answering, whoever it was laid down on the other side of the cave. From the sound of wings brushing against the stone floor, Tamarin guessed that the NightWing was covering his face.
Two other sets of talons clicked, and Tamarin knew at once that one was a MudWing - Clay - and the other was the young SeaWing. What was his name again? Pike?
"Good morning, Tamarin," Clay said in his warm voice. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she replied, turning her head in what she thought was his direction.
Tamarin once thought that everyone's voice described what they were like, but she now learned that that was not true at all. But it was hard not to wonder what someone looked like, based on their voice. She imagined Clay to look like how the sun felt, warm and full of light.
Pike, on the other talon, was more of what she thought rain felt, cool and sometimes sharp, but altogether quite comforting. It was that SeaWing who had thought of submerging her in that lake after getting injured.
Tamarin tilted her head. "What are you doing here? Is Kinkajou back?"
"Kinkajou is fine," Clay said after hesitating. She could tell by the brief pause as he searched for an answer.
"Those burns look pretty bad," Pike said. "Is there enough ointment on them?"
Why would he care about that? Tamarin thought with a small frown.
"Of course there is," a loud, bossy voice said. Tsunami, the stormy dragon. Or at least, that's what Tamarin always thought of her as. "Now, what are you doing here, Pike? Another fight?"
"Yes," Clay answered tiredly.
He sounded so much sadder than before, ever since that one SkyWing left to find Queen Scarlet.
Tsunami made an exasperated sound. "Sunny should be the one dealing with this. It is her school. She should deal with this stuff, not the HEAD OF THE SCHOOL WHO IS BUSY LOOKING FOR THE JADE WINGLET AND SCARLET AT THE SAME TIME AND WHO'S TALONS ARE PRACTICALLY FALLING OFF!"
"Sunny's worried, too," Clay replied. "I have to go now. Pike, stay here and wait for Sunny," he added sternly.
"Fine," Pike muttered.
== Chapter Three - Pike ==
After Clay left and Tsunami shouted a bit more, Sunny came. She looked weary, but she livened a bit when she saw Tsunami, who paused for a breath.
"Why is Pike here?" she asked.
"He and Mightyclaws had an argument," Tsunami said. "Now that you're here, I'm going to happily let you deal with it." She lashed her tail and stalked past the small golden SandWing, ears twitching.
"I'msorryanditwillneverhappenagainandIalreadygotyelledatbyTsunamiandIdon'tneedanotherlectureandI'msorryandevenmoresorrycanIgonow?" Pike said in a rush. There was no way he was going to stand another lecture, not in front of Tamarin, who was watching them quietly with her hazy blue eyes.
Sunny rubbed her eyes with her talons. "Pike," she said. "I got a letter from Queen Coral, and in it is a request for you to return to the Kingdom of the Sea."
"What? Why?" Pike asked, astounded. He had apologised, he had said that he would never do it again. What more could they want? And plus, Tamarin was here. And why that mattered he had no idea. "I'm not going back. I don't want to."
"Anemone is going back, too," Sunny said, beginning to tend to the NightWing. The cuts weren't even that bad, but he kept going on and on about how much they hurt. They weren't even bleeding.
Pike stormed out, but not after giving Tamarin a quick glance.
"Are her burns okay?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"They're fine," Sunny said. Her mouth was twitching.
WIP
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