Jade Mountain Academy (the next generation)

This fanfiction is a work in progress, it is not finished
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One asterisk beside a name means that they are a hybrid. Two means they are canon. Three means they are both. An "^" means that they were seen in a prophecy.
== Winglets ==
Note: Winglets are unfinished.
=== Jade Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Garnet, she/her, female, pansexual
IceWing: Snowstorm, she/her, female, straight
MudWing: Beaver, he/him, male, straight
NightWing: Hopeful, he/him, male, straight
RainWing: Summerberry, she/her, female, straight
SandWing: Geranium, she/they, female, lesbian
SeaWing: Seashell, she/her, female, lesbian
SilkWing: Gem*, she/her, female, bisexual
HiveWing: Honeybee, she/they, female, aromantic
LeafWing: Elm, Elm/Elm's, nonbinary, pansexual
SkyWing: Mountaintop, she/her, female, straight
CentiWing: Obsidian, he/him, male, straight
LightWing: Glow, she/they, demigirl, aromantic asexual
AviWing: Clarity, they/them, nonbinary, lesbian
=== Silver Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Moonstone, she/her, female, straight
IceWing: Penguin, she/they, female, pansexual
MudWing: Moose, he/they, male, gay
NightWing: Clearsight*, she/her, female, lesbian
RainWing: Happiness*, she/her, female, straight
SandWing: Coyote
SeaWing: Blobfish
SilkWing: Golddot
HiveWing: Black Widow
LeafWing: Locust*
SkyWing: Crane*
CentiWing: Armor
LightWing: Shining
AviWing: Faith
=== Topaz Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Peridot
IceWing: Blizzard
MudWing: Swamp
NightWing: Duskstrike
RainWing: Paintdrop
SandWing: Gazelle
SeaWing: Snail*
SkyWing: Agate
SilkWing: Atlas
HiveWing: Ladybug
LeafWing: Eucalyptus
CentiWing: Confident
LightWing: Brightness
AviWing: Perfect
=== Sapphire Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Fireopal*
IceWing: Mink**
MudWing: Alligator
NightWing: Battleshifter
RainWing: Peach
SandWing: Hyena
SeaWing: Seahorse
SkyWing: Torch
SilkWing: Pearl Crescent
HiveWing: Bumblebee**
LeafWing: Fig
CentiWing: Strength
LightWing: Curious
AviWing: Divine
=== Gold Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Aventurine
IceWing: Walrus  
LeafWing: Chokecherry
MudWing: Squish*
NightWing: Firefly*^
RainWing: Tangerine
SandWing: Antelope
SeaWing: Azurite
SkyWing: Bonfire
SilkWing: Purple
HiveWing: Wolf Spider
LeafWing: Mulberry
CentiWing: Gazer
LightWing: Refract
AviWing: Peace
=== Copper Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Galaxite
IceWing: Husky
MudWing: Egret
NightWing: Bladeclaws
RainWing: Chimpanzee
SandWing: Dust
SeaWing: Lazulite*
SilkWing: Grasshopper*
HiveWing: Tiger Beetle
LeafWing: Rhododendron
SkyWing: Dawn
CentiWing: Muscle
LightWing: Echo
AviWing: Lovely
=== Quartz Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Sodalite
IceWing: Frostbite
MudWing: Amber
NightWing: Peacemaker* **
RainWing: Blackberry
SandWing: Geode
SeaWing: Monsoon
SkyWing: Cliff**
SilkWing: Dusky**
HiveWing: Wolf Spider
LeafWing: Sycamore
CentiWing: Mantis
LightWing: Brilliance
AviWing: Angel
=== Turquoise Winglet ===
CrystalWing: Ametrine
IceWing: Wintermelon*
MudWing: Hippo
NightWing: Dusk
RainWing: Sundrop
SandWing: Oasis*
SeaWing: Auklet**
SkyWing: Phoenix
SilkWing: Rosy Maple
HiveWing: Bumblebee**
LeafWing: Snakeroot
CentiWing: Beetle
LightWing: Illumination
AviWing: Diamond
=== Amethyst Winglet* ===
IceWing/LeafWing: Arctica
IceWing/MudWing: Mudfox
MudWing/HiveWing: Swampwasp
NightWing/LeafWing: Nightbloom
NightWing/SkyWing/CrystalWing: Skymoon
RainWing/LeafWing/SilkWing: Tiger Lily
SilkWing/LeafWing/RainWing: Dewleaf
SandWing/LeafWing: Sandcat
SandWing/SilkWing: Sunstrand
SandWing/SkyWing: Dragonflame  
SeaWing/RainWing: Coral
SeaWing/RainWing: Grape
SkyWing/RainWing: Flamelily
SeaWing/SilkWing: Aquamarine
== Teachers ==
Head of School: Tsunami** (SeaWing)
Herbs & Healing teacher: Teal (SeaWing) & Fatespeaker** (NightWing)
History teacher: Webs** (SeaWing) & Moonwatcher** (NightWing)
Librarian: Starflight** (NightWing)
Combat teacher: Peril** (SkyWing)
Biology teacher: Oak (LeafWing)
Literature & Writing teacher: Scrollreader (NightWing) & Moonwatcher** ([Part-time] NightWing)
Math teacher: Tarantula (HiveWing) 
Language teacher: Moth (SilkWing) 
Prey Center: Clay** (MudWing)
Hunting Group leader: Falcon (SkyWing) & Clay** (MudWing)
Tribe Abilities teacher: Antarctica (IceWing)
Camouflage & Self-defense teacher (Goes talon-in-talon with Combat): Citrus (RainWing)
Other: Sunny** (SandWing, NightWing)
== Clawmates ==
Note: Clawmates are unfinished.
=== Jade Winglet ===
Garnet - Snowstorm – Beaver
Hopeful - Summerberry – Geranium
Seashell - Gem – Mountaintop
=== Silver Winglet ===
Moonstone - Penguin – Moose 
Clearsight - Happiness – Coyote 
Blobfish - Golddot – Crane 
=== Topaz Winglet ===
Peridot - Blizzard – Swamp 
Duskstrike - Kiwi – Gazelle 
Snail – Agate 
=== Sapphire Winglet ===
Fireopal - Flurry – Alligator
Battleshifter - Peach – Hyena
Seahorse – Torch 
=== Gold Winglet ===
Walrus – Chokecherry – Squish
Firefly – Tangerine – Antelope
Azurite – Purple 
=== Copper Winglet ===
Husky – Adobe – Bladeclaws 
Dust – Lazulite 
Grasshopper – Dawn 
=== Quartz Winglet ===
Frostbite – Amber – Peacemaker 
Blackberry – Geode 
Monsoon – Ash
=== Turquoise Winglet ===
Wintermelon – Hippo – Dusk 
Sundrop – Oasis 
Auklet – Phoenix 
=== Amethyst Winglet ===
Arctica – Mudfox 
Swampwasp - Nightbloom – Skymoon 
Dewleaf - Sandcat - Sunstrand 
Dragonflame - Coral 
Grape - Flamelily – Aquamarine 
== Gallery ==
WIP
== Story ==
=== Chapter 1 – Mountaintop ===
Mountaintop stood outside the entrance, her breath coming out in short gasps. The hybrid had been excited for this day since the moment she was old enough to understand what it meant, but now, she was terrified. She stared at the stone ground in front of her, trying to calm down.
A dark dragon walked up next to her. He seemed black at first glance, but looking closer, his scales were shades of deep blue and purple. “Hi,” he said. He had a small pouch around his neck. He gave her a shaky smile. “I’ve been told I’m in the Jade Winglet. Which are you in?”
Mountain checked her scroll, though she had read it so many times she had memorized all the names on it. “Same,” she said. “You’re Hopeful, right?” She gulped, worrying she was wrong, though logically she knew the dark dragon was a NightWing, and that was the only NightWing listed on her scroll.
The NightWing smiled. “How did you know?” The two giggled.
“I’m Mountaintop,” the SkyWing-MudWing said.
“I know,” Hopeful said with a grin, and burst out laughing. Mountaintop joined a moment later.
Maybe this won’t be so bad, Mountain thought. Maybe I will have a friend here.
“You will,” Hopeful said. His brown-blue eyes glimmered with happiness.
Huh? Mountain thought. I didn’t say anything ... did I? Did he... for the first time, she noticed the silver teardrop scales next to the NightWing’s eyes. ...read my mind? She knew the answer even before he nodded; as she thought this, he flinched slightly.
“Oh, cool!” Mountaintop said. “You’re a mind reader. Just ... please try not to read my mind, okay?” She shrugged, embarrassed.
“Okay,” Hopeful agreed. “And...” He fished around in the bag slung over his shoulder for a moment. “Here!” He handed her a small pouch.
The hybrid opened the pouch and found a glittering, black rock inside. She immediately recognized it from the descriptions in a few of her scrolls. “Skyfire?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Hopeful said as she tied the pouch around her front left wrist. “Aaaand ... now your mind’s silent.” He looked a little sad.
Just then, a bright green dragon strode past, then circled around to them. She looked a little older than Mountain.
“What are you doing – standing around talking?” the CrystalWing sneered. “Too afraid to go inside? Wimps.” With that, she whipped around and stalked away confidently.
“Peridot,” Hopeful whispered. “Stay away from her. She’s in the Topaz Winglet. Aaaand she’s a CrystalWing, so she hates me. Instinct.” He sighed. “And I’m supposed to hate her, too, since I’m a NightWing. But I don’t, not really. I have a hard time hating other dragons.”
Mountain nodded. “I get it,” she agreed. “I don’t like – well, not liking people. It just doesn’t feel good.” She fidgeted with the pouch semiconsciously.
Hopeful took a breath. “Ready to go inside?” he asked.
Mountaintop gave him a wavering smile. “Not really,” she admitted.
“Me neither, but school will start soon,” Hopeful told her. “Let’s go.” And with slow, determined steps, side by side, orange and black, the two entered the school.
=== Chapter 2 – Summerberry ===
Summerberry wrapped her wings around her mother, then pulled away. Bye, she flashed, a certain pattern of scales lighting up to form the word. The mute RainWing had been born with a SeaWing’s Aquatic light-up scales, and had never understood why. She wasn’t a hybrid; both her parents were RainWings. She had no SeaWing ancestry. Her parents had had to convince Queen Anemone to send a SeaWing to the rainforest to teach Summerberry Aquatic, because it could become her most useful method of communication. But for whatever reason she had her light-up scales, she was grateful. They made communicating with other dragons a thousand times easier – unless they didn’t know Aquatic, which was true of most dragons. Then she really wished she could talk.
“Goodbye,” her mother whispered. “Be good. I’ll miss you.” Then she released Summerberry, and, looking back once more, flew off in the direction of the rainforest.
Summerberry watched until her mother was out of sight, then turned and walked toward the school’s entrance. She passed a nervous-looking pale orange hybrid-looking dragonet about her age huddled with an equally anxious-seeming NightWing, and several dragonets still saying goodbye to their parents. She took a breath and walked through the entrance.
Summerberry entered a room that had nine brightly lit tunnels branching out of it, as well as the entrance she had just come through. Posters were hung up all around the room that said “WELCOME TO JADE MOUNTAIN ACADEMY!” and “WE WISH YOU ALL THE POWER OF WINGS OF FIRE!”
Summerberry unrolled the scroll she was carrying. It was crumpled from being clenched in her fist so tight. At the bottom it said, “Farthest tunnel to the left, first cave on the right.” She walked down the left tunnel, and soon, she came to several cave entrances. She entered the first one on the right, as her scroll instructed.
There were three beds in the room – a pile of moss and leaves, a hammock like what she slept in during sun time, and a rock ledge dusted with sand. She set her information scroll – it had her winglet, her map, and her schedule, as well as her sleeping cave location – in a scroll rack, and ruffled through the other scrolls in it. Her favorites – history, informational, adventure, mystery. She drew out one titled “A Detailed Account of Life on Pantala”. She didn’t know much about the second continent, and wanted to learn as much as possible.
Summerberry settled into the hammock and opened the scroll, right as a pale dragon came bursting in.
“Hi!” the SandWing said breathlessly. “I’m Geranium. What’s your name?”
Hopping out of the hammock, Summerberry pointed to her mouth and shook her head, her way of telling the other dragonet that she couldn’t speak.
“Oh,” Geranium said. Summerberry flashed her Aquatic scales. “I don’t speak Aquatic,” the SandWing explained. “Could you write on a piece of paper?” Summerberry nodded.
Geranium grabbed a piece of paper and passed it to Summerberry. She dipped her claw into the small pot of purple ink she always carried in her bag, and wrote, My name is Summerberry, but you can call me Summer or Berry. I’m four years old. Who/what were you running from, or were you just in a hurry/excited?
“Hi, Summerberry,” Geranium told the RainWing after reading the message. “I’m also four – well, four and a half. I was running away from my little sister, Antelope. She’s two, and crazy wild. Uh-oh!” Geranium exclaimed as a smaller SandWing rushed in and tackled her. She was paler, and had a small scar under her right eye, but it was impossible to miss the resemblance between the two SandWings.
“Ants!” Geranium cried. “What are you doing here?”
The little dragonet snuggled in closer to her sister. “No wanna go to class,” she said. “Wanna stay with you.”
Geranium sighed. “Ants,” she said, “You have to go to find your winglet. I’m sure you’ll like them; I just met Summerberry here and I already know she’s super nice and awesome” – Why did she think that Summer was awesome? – “and there’s no class today. Today’s just for wandering around and getting to know other dragons. Okay? And this is Antelope, though you’ve probably guessed that by now,” she added, turning to Summerberry. Summer nodded.
Antelope whined and shoved her snout up against her sister’s head. “Aww,” Geranium said. “Berry – can I call you Berry? – I need to take Ants to her winglet. Will you be okay in here?”
Of course, Summer wrote on her paper and passed it to the SandWing. Geranium grinned, and left the room, carrying a wriggling, whimpering Antelope. Summerberry sighed as she watched them leave. Her first new friend, and she was already gone.
A few moments later, a NightWing hurried in. He looked absolutely terrified. I wonder what’s wrong, she thought.
“Nothing,” he muttered. “Just ... nervous.” Then he seemed to realize what he had said, and clapped a talon over his mouth. “Three moons, not again,” he muttered under his breath.
Are you a ... a mind reader? she thought tentatively. He nodded. Keep listening, please, she thought at him, and he nodded again.
Hi, she thought. My name is Summerberry. I’m mute. I’m four years old. And it’s kind of nice to be able to talk to someone this way, instead of using Aquatic or writing. Oh, that’s right – I'm a RainWing, not a hybrid or anything. No idea why I have Aquatic scales. She flashed the light-up scales on her snout to demonstrate.
“Hi, Summerberry,” the NightWing said shyly. “I’m Hopeful. I’m four and a third years old. I would give you skyfire – well, if you wanted it – well, actually, I’m supposed to wear it so I can’t hear anyone’s thoughts – but anyway, I gave my skyfire to my new friend Mountaintop. She is a hybrid – Mud-Sky.” He smiled a little bit.
Hello, Hopeful. Summerberry directed the thought at the other dragonet.
Hopeful settled on the leaf-and-moss pile as she climbed back into the hammock. The two unrolled scrolls and began to read.
After a few minutes, a smiling Geranium re-entered the cave. She jumped up onto the sandy ledge. “Hi again, Berry!” she said. “And hello, NightWing-I-don’t-know-the-name-of!” she added, turning to Hopeful.
“Hi, I’m Hopeful,” the NightWing whispered. “I’m four – four and a third. What’s your name?”
Geranium grinned wider. “I’m Geranium,” she replied. “I’m four and a half. I’m super excited about school. This is so fun!” She took a deep breath, dug into the pouch around her left arm for a moment, and drew out a small wood thing. It was kind of circular, with corners and edges in places, and as Summer watched, the SandWing dismantled the ball, then, twisting the pieces all the while, fit it back together.
“Fidget toy,” Geranium explained when she noticed the other two watching. “Helps me focus and calm down.” She tucked the ball-puzzle-fidget-toy-thingy back into her pouch.
“I have something like that too,” Hopeful murmured. “It’s an old enchanted scroll that’ll have a story appear on it when you open it. The scroll’s enchanted to have a different story appear each time to calm you down or focus you or cheer you up or make you feel better. And if you really want a certain story, that one’ll appear.”
Whoa, Summerberry thought. That sounds wonderful.
“It is,” Hopeful agreed.
“Wha-wha-what?” Geranium asked. “Did I miss something? What is what?”
Hopeful sighed. “Well ... I’m a mind reader. Summerberry thought something at me and I responded out loud – that’s how we communicate.”
Summer had worried that Geranium would be unpleasantly surprised, even scared, about Hopeful’s talent, but she just smiled. “Cool!” she exclaimed. She stared intently at Hopeful.
“Yeah,” he said.
“It worked!” the excited SandWing cried. “IT WORKED! I can’t believe it worked!”
What happened? Summer thought at the mind reader.
“Geranium thought the words ‘can you hear me’ at me, and I could, so I answered,” Hopeful explained.
“It was awesome,” Geranium agreed. “How about this?”
“Umm...” Hopeful said after a moment. “What?”
What did she say? Summerberry wondered.
“She said that her sister is a camel-faced pile of camel dung,” Hopeful told the RainWing in between gasping breaths. Summer got the feeling he was trying not to laugh.
“Ha!” Geranium shouted. “She is, all right!” She dissolved into giggles.
But she seems sweet, Summer thought. Oh – Hopeful, can you tell Geranium that for me?
Hopeful nodded. “Geranium, Summerberry asked me to tell you that she thinks your little sister seems sweet.”
Geranium sighed. “Well, she seems like that at first,” she explained. “But when you get to know her, she’s so annoying!”
Oh, Summer thought.
Geranium and Hopeful both jumped.
“Where did that come from?” Geranium whisper-asked.
Where did what come from? Summerberry wondered.
“Someone said ‘oh’, and it wasn’t me or Geranium,” Hopeful told her.
Then where did – wait – Summerberry thought. “Can you hear me?” a voice said, and her mouth was making the movements that went along with the words.
“Yes,” Geranium whispered, her eyes as wide as the moons.
Summer’s jaw dropped. Somehow – somehow – she could speak.
=== Chapter 3 – Elm ===
I don’t get why I had to move just for this stupid school, Elm’s mind grumbled as Elm stalked toward the school. Elm adjusted the leaf and grass-woven pouches all along the LeafWing’s chest. In one, Elm had several types of deadly plant seeds, separated carefully inside the pouch. Elm had about five types, from sundews to pitcher plants to cobra lilies to Venus dragon-traps.
Another pouch held Elm’s rolled up school map/winglet/schedule. A third contained a mixture of fresh, edible berries, as Elm was a vegetarian. A fourth had dried fruits – mangoes and blueberries.
Elm’s fifth pouch held a small pot of ink and a rolled-up piece of blank paper made of silk, and a sixth held silk bookmarks dyed all shades of green – though Elm had heard that on Pyrhhia, there were scrolls instead of books. And the seventh and last pouch had nothing but a small sapphire dragonfly with tiny amethysts embedded in the wings. Don’t think about her, Elm thought – and of course Elm’s thoughts went straight to the pale green LeafWing that Elm’s parents didn’t know Elm knew.
Elm shoved all thoughts of the dragon away. Elm strode confidently toward the school, passing an orangy dragonet a little in front of Elm, and entered.
Elm drew out Elm’s school scroll from the second pouch without bothering to look around the room. At the very bottom, there were the words “Farthest tunnel to the left, second cave on the right.” Elm flapped Elm’s wings and shot across the room to the left tunnel, scattering startled dragonets left and right. Elm zipped down the tunnel so fast that at first, Elm missed Elm’s cave entrance. Elm had to circle back once Elm realized Elm’s mistake, and sighed, moving – slower this time – back toward the tunnel entrance.
Elm paid attention to the cave entrances, and when Elm saw the light of the main cave, Elm looked to what was now Elm’s left. Fourth ... third ... second, Elm counted. Elm entered the second-to-first cave on the right, sighing.
There were three beds in the room – a stone ledge, a springy-looking mat of woven grass, leaves, and moss, and a pile of various furs and goatskins. Well, I know which one I want, Elm thought. Elm thought for a moment, trying to guess what types of dragons Elm would have as clawmates. The furs and goatskins ... perhaps a CentiWing, Elm reasoned. And the stone ledge – well, any Pantalan dragon wouldn’t like that, Elm thought. So ... probably a Pyrrhian dragon. A sand dragon? A night dragon, or sky dragon or ice dragon?
Shaking Elm's self, Elm huffed and dropped Elm’s dried-grass-and-flower-woven bag next to the grass-leaf-moss mat, and tucked Elm’s school scroll into its pouch. Elm checked all the pouches one more time to make sure everything was in place – barely managing to avoid opening the pouch containing the sapphire dragonfly. Not now, Elm thought firmly. Later, when you can leave this stupid school and go home. Not now.
Elm flopped onto the mat as the orangy dragon Elm had passed earlier crept in, her nervousness written all over her face like an open book. “Hi,” she whispered. “I’m Mountaintop – Mountain. My scroll says this is my cave?” She phrased the last sentence as a question, as if she half expected Elm to tell her she was wrong.
“All right,” Elm sighed. “Come in already.” Elm turned away, not realizing that Elm had taken out the crystal dragonfly until Elm looked down at Elm’s talons, which were moving all over and around the sapphire bug.
Elm groaned and tucked the dragonfly away. “What’s wrong?” Mountaintop asked.
“Nothing,” Elm snapped, not bothering to turn around and look at her. “Just leave me alone, okay?”
“Okay,” Mountain whispered, and without looking at her, Elm knew from her tone that she felt hurt, but couldn’t bring Elm's self to care. From the sound of it, the dragonet – a sky dragon? – had settled herself on the rock ledge. Elm wondered how anyone could be comfortable on something that hard.
Elm heard a low hissing sound and tilted Elm’s head slightly towards Mountain. Elm saw a stream of fire hissing from the sky dragon-like dragonet’s mouth onto the ledge that she was no longer sitting on. Nothing caught on fire, luckily, and the flames disappeared a moment later and left the ledge with steam coming off of it.
After Mountaintop waited what seemed to be long enough for the ledge to cool down a little, she jumped onto it and lay down with a contented sigh, closing her eyes.
Elm growled, jolting the not-quite-asleep Mountain back to the present. “Do you know what you could’ve done?” Elm snapped. “That glass piece above you – the red-brown egg – it could’ve melted and dripped who knows where. Or a scroll could’ve caught fire. Or –”
“I know,” Mountain interrupted, then poked herself, seemingly mad for interrupting Elm. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” And then she began to shiver, as if her ledge was cold instead of hot. “I’m sorry,” she repeated, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m sor –”
“Stop repeating yourself.” This time Elm was the one to interrupt. Elm’s tone softened slightly for the first time since Elm arrived in Pyrrhia, and Elm said, “I get it, okay? You were cold. You wanted a warm ledge to sleep on. You don’t need to keep saying sorry. And I can go back to ignoring you and you can go to sleep. All right?”
Mountain nodded and Elm turned around, and like Elm said Elm would, Elm went back to ignoring Mountaintop. Elm heard Mountaintop’s breath slow down and even out, and soft snores from her ledge. Asleep, Elm thought. Though Elm didn’t think Elm could sleep, Elm drifted off a few moments later.
=== Chapter 4 – Snowstorm ===
New dragons? New tribes? Snowstorm thought as she flew, the tip of Jade Mountain in sight. SkyWings? Uh-oh. NightWings? Ooh. SandWings? Interesting. MudWings? Huh, boring. SeaWings? How very strange. RainWings? Kinda lazy, though Father’s kind of-friend is cute. CrystalWings? Dunno if they’ll hate me. AviWings? LightWings? Fascinating. Lost Continen – Pantalan tribes? Butterfly dragons. Bee dragons. Leaf dragons? Like Queen Snowfall’s friend. Hazel. LeafWing queen. Cool. CentiWings? Wingless dragons? Huh.
“Snowstorm, you know you’ll have to interact with dragons from different tribes when you get to Jade Mountain, right?” Aunt Crystal asked, flapping her wings to put on a burst of speed and Snowstorm hurried to catch up to her, wings beating rapidly. Crystal was technically Snowstorm’s father’s cousin, but she had Snowstorm and Walrus call her Aunt Crystal.
Oh, she knew. She’d spent the last ten minutes thinking about just that. “I know,” Snowstorm said. “I can’t wait to meet NightWings, and SandWings, and AviWings, and LightWings, and butterfly dra – SilkWings, and bee – HiveWings, and LeafWings, and –”
“Okay, I get it,” Crystal interrupted. “You’re not worried about it at all.” She turned to Snowstorm’s little brother. “You’re not worried about talking to and meeting different tribes?” she asked Walrus.
“Is Snowy?” Walrus asked. Snowstorm shook her head. “Then no-ey,” he decided, giggling at his rhyme.
“All right,” Crystal said. “Okay.” She fell a little behind Snowstorm, flying beside Walrus, who was flapping his tiny wings determinedly, as if he wouldn’t stop until he got to Jade Mountain Academy. But she could see the exhaustion in his face; they’d been flying almost nonstop for hours, and he was only one and three-quarters years old. She was five, and even she was tired. Crystal was about thirty, and even she seemed worn out.
“Look!” Walrus called. “Jade Mountain!” He looked confused for a moment, as if trying to figure something out. “Ook!” he finally announced.
“What?” Crystal asked.
“Rhyme-ey,” Walrus explained. “With look-ey. Look. Ook.”
“Oh. Huh,” Crystal said.
"Sure, okay," Snowstorm said, only half-listening; she was too focused on the mountain looming out of the sky in front of her. This was it! They were finally there, at Jade Mountain Academy. She gave her tired wings a mental shove, sending her swooping towards the school. Walrus twirled into a dive as well, about a tail-length behind his sister.
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