Blu, Initiator of Revolution; An Interview

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Blu, Initiator of Revolution, Monarch of her Monopolized Playing Field, Mutt Leader of the New World.
Before me sits Blu, draped in gold and pearls that look more expensive then the marble hall we sit in. She reluctantly accepted my interview proposal a moon ago. She sits at her polished desk, then looks at me with tired eyes before speaking.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?”
“My first question is, ‘when you expanded you’re father’s business, did you expect the revolution that followed?’”
“How could I?” She says.
“Easy, cheap transcontinental travel is a breakthrough of monumental proportions.”
“Well, I wouldn’t call it cheap.” She gestures to the ornate hall we sit in. “And most of this is just from the first season. And I wouldn’t call it easy either, I’ve lost more of my fleet then I’d like to say.”
I mark a note in my scroll. Her eyes flick down to the waving quill.
“Next question. The Sea Kingdom has all but banned you from spread eastward because of your choice of wealth.”
“If they don’t want my wealth, I won’t give it.” She says simply. “I like pearls best, and they haven’t refused to sell me resources, wood treatments and the like. I’ve still managed to get all the ivory I could ever desire.”
“Given your heritage, you don’t feel at all like you’re at least slightly bound to their laws?”
“I’m not held to their beliefs because of my blood. Sure, maybe some hybrids choose to follow tribe rules, but I don’t. I think the whole ‘dolphins are spirits of dead dragons’, please apologize for my brashness, is as fake as NightWing powers. I don’t care what the Queen thinks, I think dolphin ivory goes good with pearls so as long as I can find a place to buy it, I’ll do so.”
“Follow-up, what’s your opinion on Queen Frost’s newest addition to the IceWing treasury, the statue of purebreds.”
“Queen Frost can do what she wants.”
“You’re not offended by it?” 
“Should I be? Queen Frost is old, she’s bound to go any day now; after her daughter takes over, all the rulers will have been born within the last two decades. Let her make her last mark, it’s a new world. Borders mean nothing after the War, Queenships have very little power anymore, Pantala is in practical anarchy-“
“‘Queenships have very little power’, can you elaborate on that?”
“Who listens to the Queens anymore? Bloodlines don’t mean anything, not after the SandWing fiasco, or the Rainforest Tribes revolt. Who listens to them? In trouble with one queen? Move to a different kingdom, or Possibility, or the Scorpion Den. There’s plenty of little no name towns where you could disappear. Change your name, assume a new identity. Queens simply can’t control their kingdoms anymore.”
“Are you siding with the rebels, the movement that wants to be rid of the bluebloods?”
“No.” She says immediately, her eyes narrowing.
I scratch another note on my scroll.
“If queens are failing, how do you suggest going about reform?”
“I run a cargo business, not kingdoms, reform isn’t my forte.”
“Moving on, can you describe your parents, what would they say if they saw you now?”
“Oh, I can’t answer that. The second question.” She looks away, composing herself. “My mother was a SilkWing from Pantala and my father was a SeaWing carpenter. My mother didn’t speak much of her homeland, beside this old, old sweet shop she used to go too when she was a dragonet. So my father headed off west, telling her he was meeting a SandWing who wanted to buy a very specific piece, and he wouldn’t be back for a moon or so. Come a moon later, he shows up in this floating device he’d made from an old tree, with a satchel of honey drops for my mother.”
“That’s how the business started?”
“Yes. My father traveled back and forth from Pantala to bring luxuries that didn’t exist on one continent to the other, and back again. Treats and jewelry and books from Pantala, wood and curious explorers from Pyrrhia. It was a successful endeavor. His boats got bigger, sturdier, swifter, with more cargo space and space for passengers. He brought partners in to work with him on this new project of his. He knew it was a great idea that could make him rich a thousand times over. We could live luxuriously, wherever we wanted to for the rest of our lives.
“What happened?”
“He... didn’t come back.” Blu fidgets with a pendant. “Mother was distraught, I took up the business, here we are.”
“That’s quite the undertaking.”
“I knew I could make it grow. I have contacts all over both continents.”
“Rebels?”
Her eyes snap to me, glowering, but I keep going.
“Rumors pass that your markings are tattoos, not natural. Can you confirm or deny them?”
“Excuse me, go back to the ‘Rebels?’ comment.”
“The one there-“ I point to the left side of her neck, where a muted pink line traces the length, “looks an awful lot like a Coyote’s mark. That’s a powerful group, one powerful enough to put a mutt so high in society. Is this how they’ve spread to Pantala? How they’ve managed to overrun the Sand Kingdom?”
“This is not-“
“The Alpha is bent on the distraction of bluebloods. You’re the perfect pawn.”
“I will not be spoken to like that in my own home!”
A pair of large NighWings (maybe one was a SandWing) suddenly flanked me as Blu hisses. She sets her forepaws heavily on her desk and I hear a crack as her claws dig into the wood. Her build, slim and small, is not an intimidating one, but the hate in her eyes is enough to send a shiver down my spine. That hate permeates her voice as she speaks.
“I have done what it took to keep my father’s business from collapsing. How I choose to do so is not the concern of your little report. Now run back to your precious little queen before I have you escorted off the edge of a sailing ship.”
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