Observations of the Moon

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:O- Summary
Pyrrhia has never been more prosperous- especially in the NightWing tribe. Their politics are perfect, their royal family is impeccable (despite the occasional altercation), their relations have never been better, and their nation is balanced. Or so they thought. No nation is perfect, and there have been whispers of a secret society composed of ‘special’ dragons and conspiracy theorists planting spies in the palace. So when a noble is murdered at a royal wedding, the palace is locked down, and in need of the truth. So Glittering Dawn and Stopwatch set out to discover it- but the path may lead to even more personal secrets being uncovered.
:I- Glittering Dawn
As the sun receded into the horizon, the NightWing palace stirred. Naturally, Glittering Dusk had been up since noon, giggling away with Stopwatch. Ever since Glitter’s aunt, Queen Truthspeaker, had adopted the young pink SkyWing, the pair had been inseparable, and Glitter’s friends had immediately loved the new princess. The two were sitting on Stopwatch’s bed, gossiping about who liked who, or whether the sequel to the drama novel Hours Lost was better than the original. Glitter paused to take in Stopwatch’s room for the millionth time. The walls were a pale pink, bordering on white, decorated with gold-framed illustrations from all of the biggest artists. Sheepskin rugs piled on top of each other on the floor. A sitting area was compiled of two white velvet couches opposite the grey door, surrounding a central birch coffee table looking through a floor-to-ceiling window that showed the stunning view of the royal gardens below, and the turquoise sea in the distance. Gauzy white curtains were pulled elegantly to the sides of the windows. On the other side of the room, Stopwatch’s white framed bed looked magical with more white fabric draped over the top and a gorgeous dusty pink comforter and pillows. A white vanity was across from her bed, with a huge mirror and gold handles for the drawers. A tall closet took up the remaining wall space, holding all of Stopwatch’s silks and apparel. She was jolted from her awe by Stopwatch’s accented voice. 
“Dusky! Guess who I hate most. No cheating,” the SkyWing said. Glitter tapped her chin for a moment, feigning ignorance. 
“Hmm.... Prince Champion.” Stopwatch rolled her eyes. 
“You cheated.”
“Please. You look like you want to murder him every time he walks in the room.”
“He’s just such a jerk. I feel sorry for the poor girls that like him.” As if on cue, Champion burst into the room with his two best friends, Conqueror and Clever. Glitter could see why girls all over the kingdom swooned over him- he had perfect features and sparkling green eyes that most of the population only dreamt of. 
“Who’s a jerk?” He shot a glance at Dawn. “Hey cuz.” She rolled her eyes. 
“Shove off. Don’t you have fanclub meetings to attend? I hear there’s a big one dedicated to you.” He chuckled. 
“Actually, I was here to introduce my girlfriend, Fantasy.” He gestured dramatically, and a dragoness stepped forward. She had midnight black scales and sparkling blue eyes, and a cheap cotton scarf wrapped around her neck. Though it took Dawn a moment to notice, a small line of pearly scales marched along underneath her wings, the sign of Darkstalkers descendants. Fantasy looked awestruck, looking at Stopwatch and Dawn, but quickly masked it with a smirk. 
“You two look pretty. How much makeup did it take?”
:II- Fantasy
Fantasy was glad she had kept her emotions reasonably in check. It was one thing to look at in a painting or photograph Princess Stopwatch and Lady Glittering Dawn, but another to see them in person. Stopwatch was a gorgeous shade of rose and honestly quite breathtaking, but Dawn was the real showstopper. 
It was common gossip that she was a hybrid, and it was apparent. So that’s why she always wears silks. Though she looked predominantly NightWing, her horns twisted upwards, and her tail was somewhat clearly prehensile. Her coloration was abnormal, too- her scale holding a violet tinge, and the dorsal side of her wings sporting bursts of pink. But the strangest thing was the silver scales bordering her eyes. No one had known what the scales meant for a long time, except the royal family. Irritation glittered in her green eyes- the trademark of the royal family. 
“Dream on, Fantasy. Come on, S. New week, new lover.” She pushed past Fantasy, Stopwatch on her heels. She scoffed, and turned to Champion. 
“I’m gonna talk to them for a moment. Tell them the news.” She chased after them, down the black marble halls, past onyx doors and gold mirrors. 
“I have something to tell you. It affects your family.” They turned around, wearing twin glares. She twisted a silver and moonstone ring sitting on her claw. “Champion and I… have known each other for a while now. And yesterday he proposed to me.” Her voice got increasingly quiet as she spoke. Interest overtook Stopwatch and Dawn’s features. 
“Really? Champion and you?” Stopwatch sounded unconvinced. “You’re just a-”
“Commoner? I’m a professional pianist. Very high-profile.” Dawn smirked.
“That explains it. You see, Stopwatch and I don’t listen to music as old as the moons.” Fantasy frowned.
“Look. We got off on the wrong foot, and we’re technically going to be related soon.” Stopwatch snorted, then was silent for a moment, waiting for a punchline. 
“Oh, you’re serious?” Shock was plastered all over their perfect faces. Dawn looked lightheaded. 
“Oh my god. He’s actually getting married. How incredibly mad,” She said in her perfect, crisp accent. 
:III- Glittering Dawn
Gradually, Dawn’s shock melted into rage. Pure, unbridled rage. She shoved past Fantasy and charged down the halls until she reached where Champion and his friends were lingering. She pinned Champion up against the wall. 
“What were you thinking? You should have told us first! You did tell Truthspeaker right?” The accusations and questions slipped out of her mouth faster than she could control them. He held his talons up in surrender. 
“We’re going to tell the court at the Starbright Gala Luncheon,” he wheezed. “And the wedding is going to be in a week.” Dawn released him.
“Still. It would have been reasonable to tell us.” He scoffed. 
“Reasonable? You choked me!” She shrugged. 
“It’s happened before.” He flicked his tail.
"Still." he paused, creating an awkward silence. He shook hs head, as if breaking a trance, and started down the hall to his room. He glanced back at her, a charming grin on his face. "Anywho, we have a dinner to prepare for."
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Glittering Dawn was anxious. Not only because she was going to have to play violin in front of the entire court, but because of Truthspeaker’s dislike of surprises. There was no telling how she would react. The rap of knuckles on her ebony door jolted out of her thoughts.
“Come in,” Dawn called. She turned and leaned back her vanity, not at all surprised to see Stopwatch leaning on her door frame. 
“So what happened after you caught up to Champion? Is he still alive?” Dawn chuckled weakly, not in the mood for jokes. 
“Yeah. He’s going to announce the engagement at the dinner, and get married the week after.”
“Assuming my mother is okay with it all.” Dawn was simultaneously relieved and nervous that Stopwatch shared her anxieties. 
“Of course. Let’s just get to the dinner.” She checked herself in the mirror one last time, straightened the silver tiara perched above her brow, and swept out of her room. 
The Grand Ballroom was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful public part of the palace. The ceiling was a huge glass dome, which currently showed the dark sky overhead, two of the three moons sharp crescents surrounded by millions and millions of stars. The floor was polished marble, glowing under the starlight. A large buffet table decorated with a shimmering black tablecloth was covered, with all sorts of food, from appetizers to desserts. Half of the humongous room was dedicated to dining, ten seats at each ebony table. Dawn and her family sat closest to the open ball space with the King and Queen, along with her brother, Champion and Stopwatch. There were two empty chairs, one next to her and the other next to Champion. 
The ballroom was filled with chatter, overlapping with a veiled pianist that looked suspiciously like Fantasy playing in the bathroom. Truthspeaker tapped a spoon against her glass. While the room hushed, Dawn’s nervousness grew. 
“Please welcome my niece, Princess Glittering Dawn to the stage! She will be playing her own original score for you tonight!” Dragons of every tribe clapped and cheered for her as Dawn forced herself to stroll gracefully to the stage. Her violin case was waiting, along with a music stand holding a paper with the familiar notes she had put together sitting on it. She took out her violin, waved at the audience, propped the rosewood instrument against her chin. Dawn took a deep breath, raised her bow, and pulled it across the strings in a haunting first note. The score was beautiful, bringing childhood memories from her family’s summer home to mind. The smell of roses and lemons, the chatter of dragons over lunch, swimming in the lakes and playing with Champion. Back when he was still the dragonet I knew, her mind whispered. Dawn shook the thought away, the music once again her primary focus. But her mind refused to stay that way for long, instead bringing a long discarded memory back to mind. Playing in the fields with her closest friend, and the smell of paper and cheap ink as she read the letters he sent her. The eagerness to return. The shock of him leaving and traveling abroad. It wasn’t long until she realized she had ended the piece. Thunderous applause rang in her ears, filling her with pride. 
“Thank you!” she said as she strolled back to the table. The masked pianist had started playing again, and dragons had taken to the dance floor. She sat down, her misery briefly surfacing. But it had no chance, as a familiar, wonderful voice filled her ears. 
“May I have this dance?” She whirled around, hoping her mind wasn’t betraying her. But there he was, his pastel green eyes sparkling, a charismatic grin on his midnight black face. The dragonet from the summers all those years ago, her beloved best friend. 
“Windchaser!” She practically pushed her chair over and thrust herself into his open arms. She missed his embrace, smelling of pine and paper. He laughed.
“Great to see you, too, Dawny.” She pulled out of the hug and looked up at him seriously. 
“Why didn’t you come back? Poor Stopwatch was overwhelmed with my company. Oh, Stopwatch!” she pulled the SkyWing up to her. “This is Windchaser, my old friend from Gladeview, the summer house.” Stopwatch smiled at him warmly. 
“Anyone who Dawn is this happy about has to be something. I’m Stopwatch,” she said, thrusting a talon at him. Windchaser shook it enthusiastically. 
“Windy, at your service.” He turned back to Dawn. “But I’m serious- would you like to dance with me?” She glanced back at Stopwatch, who flashed her a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. Dawn took his talon, and they strolled on the floor. She heard the whispers shooting around onlooker’s minds, wondering who this lucky dragon was and how he had gotten the untouchable Glittering Dawn to dance. She didn’t mind though- all she cared about was being with her old friend, dancing a twirling on the marble floor. It had long been a fantasy of hers, and his too- she had heard it in the back of his brain, nagging and biting. They continued to dance, not realizing the other dragons had all stopped and were watching them glide along the floor. They slowed as the song ended, and Dawn found herself staring into Wind’s pastel green eyes. He broke the tension with a laugh. 
“I didn’t know you were that brilliant of a dancer.” he said. Dawn shrugged. 
“My mother made me take lessons.” She was interrupted by a spoon tapping on a glass yet again. This time, it was Champion holding the spoon. As he strolled up to the stage, Truthspeaker looked suspicious. Dawn didn’t realize she was holding her breath until Windchaser put a talon on her shoulder and whispered,
“Breathe, Dawn.” She nodded, still focused on Truthspeaker’s uncertain expression. Her heart was practically in her throat when Champion announced, 
“I have something to say.” Whispers rippled through the crowd. He took a deep breath. “I have gotten engaged.” Chaos erupted. Chairs clattered to the ground as dragons shot up, confused. Gasps and yells overtook the room, debating who the lucky dragoness was. Truthspeaker looked surprised, but not mad. A good kind of surprised. Champion whistled, causing the room to quiet down almost immediately. 
“My bride and I are very happy to be getting married a week from now, a day after Silverkiss Day. This is my beloved, Fantasy.” He gestured to the pianist, who, as Dawn had expected, flung off her veil to reveal Fantasy’s round face. She glided gracefully to his side, waving at the crowd. Everything was silent for a moment- then Queen Truthspeaker began to clap. Almost immediately, applause overtook the building- whether it was genuine or forced Dawn could not tell. 
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