The Rainbow Dragon- A Wings of Fire Fan-fic

= The Rainbow Dragon =
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== Characters: ==
| Rosedrop | Firefly | Webworm | 
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NOTE: This book takes place during the events of The Dangerous Gift. It also contains major spoilers, so read at your own risk.
Long ago, the world was a blank canvas. Then, the Stranger, a being from another world, painted it with life. Pyrrhia and Pantala were much closer due to tectonic movement; the dragons the Stranger had created lived in peace. Then, one dragon decides to experiment, creating what is now known as... the breath of evil....
== PROLOGUE: ROSEDROP ==
Rosedrop blew the large heart-shaped leaf off the pages of his scroll. His head was propped up on one talon, but he wasn't reading. He was listening to the approaching wingbeats ahead.
Two dragons were quietly arguing with one another, but even if they weren't whispering, Rosedrop wouldn't be able to hear them over their wingbeats frightening the trees.
Rosedrop jumped up upon recognizing them. "Tai? Copperhead?" he called. The two dragons landed in the doorway of his treehouse, a SeaWing and a SandWing. Rosedrop's scales along his wings shifted to shades of lavender and pink in delight, though he couldn't hide the dark blue scales scattered like tears near his eyes.
He raced up to them. "Is Sunslice with you?" Worried green stripes blossom onto Rosedrop's ears. Both Tai and Copperhead were a year older than him, but Rosedrop was still a bit taller than the both of them. Copperhead kept averting his eyes; Tai started to speak and stopped.
"What? What is it?" He gripped the scroll in his talon, expecting the worst. Tai shook his head.
"W-we figured he was with you," Tai grinned all too nervously. "Y'know...."
"Well, he's not here, if you couldn't tell," Rose snapped in a flash of red and nearly jet black scales.
"Sheesh," Tai stepped back; his blue tail swished across the wooden floor. "There's no need to be so angry about it."
"Look," Copperhead lay a warm, gentle talon on Rosedrop's shoulder. "We will find him, I swear-"
"Yeah, so then Rose can go all mushy over Mr. Sunshine again-"
"Tai. Quit your babbling," Copperhead barked, quieting the SeaWing. Copper was usually calm and collected, but this was an urgent situation that needed to be handled.
"Right," Rosedrop nodded. Then, an idea popped into his head. "Wait here," he told them, and dashed to the other side of the treehouse, into a small storage room. He quickly maneuvered through his pile of scrolls and stuff, locating a small wooden flute-shaped object.
"Is that a RainWing blowgun?" Tai and Copperhead exclaimed in unison once Rose returned. "Where'd you even get one from? I thought they wouldn't give any to a NightWing," Copper asked.
"Cassava gave me one. And, I'm half-NightWing, so I think it's fine. And yes, they do offer blowguns to NightWings."
Tai did not seem to trust sweet, innocent Rosedrop with a weapon, so he lightly snatched it. "How would this help us?" He fiddled with it in his claws.
"It's animus-touched," Rose explained, which received two suspicious stares. "That SeaWing princess. She helped me," he hurriedly added. "If you whisper a dragon's name into it, and you lay it on the ground, it will point in the direction of said dragon."
"Neat," he looked at it as if it was unimportant, even though it's probably one of the most powerful items in all of Pyrrhia.
Copper looked into Rosedrop's midnight black eyes sincerely. "We'll find him for you. We know you can't, 'cause of your... injury." He straightened his back.
"Yeah," he muttered sadly.
Tai decided to interrupt their moment. "Let's go right NOWWWW. We need to rescue Rose's boyfriend."
Copperhead smacked the back of Tai's head with his tail; he was this close to poking his ear with his venomous tail barb. Rose gave the SandWing an amused look, with some yellow scales for flair.
"Don't say that," Copper said with an almost joking tone of voice.
Tai replied, "But it's so obvious they're madly in love with each other. Or rather, you're in love with him." He jabbed a claw at Rosedrop. "It's kind of a one-sided relationship; you should get over him."
Copperhead looked so tempted to blow a huge FIREBALL in his face, but he would never do that in a flammable area. "We'll get going now," he smiled warmly at Rosedrop. "You'll be alright, yeah?"
"Y-yeah!" Rose smiled for the first time in days. "Good luck, you two." Hope welled up in his soul.
Copper saluted, and Tai waved goodbye, and they were gone.
Oh, moons, I hope they'll be alright. He looked back once more, making sure they were safe. Tai was doing flips in the air; he never got this much time in the sky. Copperhead had a joyful grin on his face as their wings sailed them into the afternoon sun.
Rosedrop turned back, settling back to his spot in the small pillows he had made, getting his scroll out again. But then he noticed something... peculiar beneath his scroll. A little book.
"What's this?" He lifted it carefully in his talons, inspecting it closely. He opened it to the first page.
"Legend of the-" he paused, seeing if anyone was around to hear.
"Whoa," Rosedrop whispered, because there could always be camouflaged RainWings around. "What's a... Rainbow Dragon?" 
== CHAPTER ONE: FIREFLY ==
Today’s a good day to be alive, was Firefly’s first thought as they entered the prison. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t.
They were good at being calm, placid, invisible. As often said by all the other dragons in their neighborhood, being different and standing out was quite impossible, in JEWEL HIVE, of all places.
Well, perhaps that’s not the case for Firefly, because from every morning they woke up, to every night they lay to rest, the same words slithered through Firefly's brain like a melancholy slug. I am not special. I do not have the biggest wings. I do not have the flashiest claws. I do not have the most potent venom of any HiveWing in Pantala, whatsoever. I am not the best. Basically the most depressing HiveWing in Pantala.
They calmly plopped down in a little cell in Jewel's epic super scary prison; just one guard staring them down with those pearly white spooooky eyes. Firefly wondered why there even was only a single guard. Probably because I'm a useless little dragon.
This was a small cell, even for a dragon as emaciated and bony as Firefly. Their tail scraped the stone walls; the bars were cold against their talon.
They looked down at their claws, which they had tackily painted a dull aqua to match their jewelry and painted scales on their temples. They then looked to the guard. "Why am I here?" they asked.
The guard looked at them, her snout scrunching in a blend of confusion and disappointment. She had dark yellow scales and horns, with black markings. Her snout and talons faded to white; they were possibly dyed. She wore a baby blue scarf. "You- you don't know why you're here?" she asked in her Wasp/Whatever-this-dragon's-name-is voice.
Firefly comically shrugged, scrunching their pale orange-tipped snout right back at her. Yeah, that's right; I'm a sassy lil' dragon now.
The HiveWing guard sighed, pinching the bridge of her snout, close to the sharp ridge on her forehead. "I- I- you're a continent wide fugitive! There've been wanted posters all around the Hive for days!"
"Oh, I thought that was a different Firefly," they smirked in a playful tone, as if being in "Jewel's epic super scary prison" was just a game of some sort.
"Well, there seems to be only one HiveWing with such ludicrous makeup," she casually flicked a claw at their now frowning face. "And," she added to spice up her wording, "Firefly is quite an... unusual name for a HiveWing. If you're such a criminal, at least come up with a better alias than that."
Firefly scoffed. "B-but that's my real name, I-"
"Do you know why you're here?" the dragon asked sharply.
"No, I literally just asked-"
"You're here for acts of treason against her majesty Queen Wasp," The guard said bluntly. "See this?" she revealed a sheet of paper with pink lettering.
Firefly read through it. "From... Clearsight?" They clasped their talons to their snout. "Clearsight's ALIVE? CLEARSIGHT'S REAL?!?!"
The HiveWing guard sighed for like the sixth time. "Clearsight was born two thousand years ago," she frowned, "and even if she were alive she wouldn't know how to speak Dragon, much less write it." She dramatically ripped the paper in half.
"Aw, but the words were pretty!" Firefly whined. The words really seemed to strike a chord in them.
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," the HiveWing barked, her white eyes still transfixed on Firefly's face. "These words are from the so-called ‘Book of Clearsight'- it's exact words. They've been posted up by a little HiveWing. The queen believes you're helping her with this... project." She tossed the paper scraps onto the floor.
"Ha ha HA ha ha," Firefly smirked. "Do I look like I socialize with dragons?"
"Fair point," she grumbled. "But you're still going to have to remain here in this prison." She jabbed a claw towards Firefly's face, and stomped off.
This is boring, Firefly thought as they slumped down against the wall. Like I'm in daycare or something, without the snacks.
They looked up at the somewhat low ceiling, then peered closer. Part of the treestuff had been punctured somehow, but recently replaced. Whoever was last placed in this cell... burned a circular hole in the ceiling?
There was a nervous bit of scuffling a few doors away. A light purple tail flicked in and out. A SilkWing... why would Lady Jewel want to arrest a SilkWing? They stuck their head through the cell bars.
"Hey, you!" They whispered to the SilkWing, which was not the nicest way to get someone's attention, but it was effective. The dragon's tail froze mid-flick.
"Y-yes?" he called. He sounded like he was hyperventilating. He must've heard what the guard was saying to me.
"Why are you here?" Firefly hissed back at him, which made a futile echo on the stone brick walls.
"What?" he asked quite loudly, almost stirring a nearby HiveWing guard who had been asleep before Firefly got here.
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!?" they whispered, "IN THE PRISON!?"
"Ohhhhh," they mumbled calmly. "I didn't pay my library fines."
"HA!" Firefly began to laugh, causing the dragon in the cell next door to growl. "That is-" they paused to wipe a tear from their eye, "the STUPIDEST rule I've ever heard!"
"B-b-but," the SilkWing mumbled. "That's like stealing! Stealing is bad!"
"Stealing isn't bad," Firefly said hysterically, "it's just bad!"
Judging from the silence in the prison, the SilkWing must've been utterly confused, as well as any other prisoner that was listening.
"You know, the cool kind of bad!"
"There- there is no cool bad. Bad is bad."
Firefly sighed, but they continued to whisper again. "Who was the prisoner in this cell?"
"Erm, some HiveWing dragonet; I didn't get her name. But she must've been important- both Lady Jewel and Lady Scarab talked to her."
That must've been the dragonet who put those posters up.
"She was that bad, huh?" Firefly scrunched their snout again. "Did she make this hole in the ceiling?"
"N-no!" the SilkWing squeaked as quietly as he could. "J-just some dragon she mentioned."
"Uh-huh." Firefly's tail squished against the wall again when they moved it a bit. Suddenly, they had an idea.
They curled in their tail, and thwacked it back to the wall. Some dust scattered, and Firefly sneezed, but they continued to attack the wall.
"What are you doing?" the SilkWing screeched. "The ceiling's starting to shake!"
"That's the point," Firefly yelled over the sound of the walls booming. The flamesilk lanterns above were in a violent tremor, and the moving of all the other dragons made it worse.
"What're they doing?!"
"Are you trying to destroy the entire palace!?!" These voices sounded extra silly with their high, slow Jewel Hive accents.
"YES!" Firefly shouted back, and finally the first of the lanterns crashed to the ground, inches from their cell. Firefly grinned maliciously.
They hurriedly grabbed the flamesilk; it weakly crackled in their claws. They held it up to the cell bars, scorching the metal. Carefully crawling out of the now slightly smoldered bars, Firefly said with a smile, "And that's how you escape a prison cell." They reached to tap another lantern so that it too crashed with the glass shards flying like comets. They cautiously retrieved the stronger flamesilk.
Some prisoners cried, "Wait!" and "Melt mine too!" The dragon who had growled from the next cell at them gazed in awe as they sprinted past. Firefly couldn't see much of them, but they appeared to have white jagged scales and sharp claws. They've been in one to many fights, I assume. Firefly dashed over to the really nice SilkWing's cell. 
"What are you doing?" he repeated as Firefly blew the flamesilk to try to cool it down a bit.
They looked at him with a gleam of determination in their eye. "Stand back," Firefly muttered, and the SilkWing clung to the wall like a vine. Cautiously, Firefly traced a circle onto the bars- That's probably what that dragonet did to the ceiling- and smoke started curling upwards. Yes!
The excess bars clattered to the floor. The SilkWing looked fearfully at the sparks.
"Let's get out of here," Firefly smiled. They grabbed his talon, and raced out of the prison.
In the light, they could see that the SilkWing was quite young. He hasn't even had his Metamorphosis yet. He was a light purple with pastel yellow and blue markings. Even his wingbuds had spirals of yellow and blue.
Firefly stopped; the two of them were now on a balcony. This SilkWing couldn't fly away with them. Even if I tried to carry him, my scrawny body would collapse.
They turned to the SilkWing. “Well, I’m sorry for kidnapping you, whatever-your-name-is.”
“It’s… Emperor,” he blinked his indigo-purple eyes.
They stare at each other awkwardly. Then Firefly said, “You know what, never mind, I’m kidnapping you, you little cinnamon roll.” They booped Emperor’s snout.
“Not so fast,” hissed a voice behind them. Firefly whipped around.
It was the same guard from before. Emperor went stiff.
“Hello again,” The HiveWing grinned with Wasp’s sadistic delight. “It seems you two are lost.” She seized Emperor in her paralyzing claws and pinned him to the floor. He yelped; tears of agony streamed down his face.
“Or maybe just one of you is lost,” she said quietly, her eyes reverting to a mute dark honey. “I’ll help you get back.” 
== CHAPTER TWO: WEBWORM ==
Webworm did not feel appreciated. Again.
This feeling wasn’t new, however. Every time she gave someone a gift- not even a “Thanks, Webworm, do you want something in return” like a decent dragon.
But now she was in Sanctuary, looking for a gift to make. Dang it, I’m too nice.
She passed the super handsome SeaWing and IceWing (they were discussing some city things) without so much as looking back. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it. No sparkly IceWing around her age is going to stop her.
Then, she saw it. A rundown, musty old cabin. Yay.
She dashed down the path towards the architectural abomination, and was just a few meters away when she heard a voice from above:
“INITIATING SUPER FLOP! MEGA ATTACK!”
A small blue body crashed onto her. Her vision was a bit blurry, but from what she could see, she saw… a hatchling?
“Anvil!” A RainWing emerged from the house. He was green, yellow and orange, like a harvest of vegetables.
Anvil was giggling with delight, sitting on Webworm’s tummy; Webworm wailed in agony.
“Papaya! Is that you? Help meeee!” This dragonet was quite heavy. Must be why his name’s Anvil.
The RainWing rushed up to her, easily lifting the dragonet into his arms.
“Sorry about that,” he sighed. “He does this to anyone approaching the house.”
Webworm looked at Anvil babbling indecipherable gibberish to himself. He was a little dark blue SeaWing with seafoam-colored glowscales. He wore a tiny gold crown on his head that somehow didn’t fall off.
“It’s… fine. It didn’t hurt that much.” Webworm obviously looked winded.
The RainWing smiled. "And yes, I'm Papaya."
Webworm looked up at him. He was bony and spindly, much unlike a papaya.
"Is Anvil... like us?"
Papaya looked down at the hatchling, who was now nibbling on his shoulder. "Yes."
"Anvil is also an animus dragon."
“Does… he know?” Webworm looked at Anvil again, who was now nipping Papaya’s right ear.
“Not yet,” he held the SeaWing up to face him. “I’ve only helped him with one enchantment. Hopefully that’ll be the last.”
Webworm assumed that staying with Papaya for her training meant that she most likely had to help take care of this… demon who crushed her ribs.
But he was sort of cute, so it was okay.
“You’re half-SeaWing, aren’t you?” He asked, starting to walk back to the house. Webworm quickly caught up to him.
“Yes, I am,” she answered. She didn’t have the slightest clue what the other half could be; no species of dragon in Pyrrhia had antennae. Especially ones that don’t do anything. Supposedly, they were there for heightened senses, but her senses of sight and stuff like that were quite terrible. Hence why she wears gold circular spectacles.
Webworm and Papaya entered the house. The interior was a lot bigger than the exterior, so Webworm guessed it must’ve been animus magic. Hopefully this amount of magic didn’t damage his soul all too much.
This was why Webworm only gave the smallest of gifts: bits of chocolate that boost one’s confidence (“Although the true confidence is already in you!” she says), strawberries sweeter than any patch she’s ever picked, simple stuff like that.
Rows of shelves lined the walls, mostly books and scrolls on animus magic, though Webworm could’ve sworn she saw a book titled Pick-up Lines to Use on an IceWing placed on Papaya’s large wooden desk.
“Sorry about the mess,” Papaya looked down at the pile of scrolls that were also on his desk. “My sister came over just two days ago; she’s such a slob.” He lazily tossed a scroll over the pick-up line book, hiding his secrets. Webworm narrowed her eyes at him.
She was having second thoughts about this arrangement. Papaya had sent her a letter a couple of days ago, saying that he was inviting her to his "Animus Academy". BIGGEST SCAM EVER. She was expecting her classmate to be some GORGEOUS, TALENTED DRAGON, not some… evil baby. And to not have a lazy RainWing teacher.
Okay, maybe she was being terrible and greedy. And stereotypical about RainWings. But this guy is especially lazy, am I WRONG?
Papaya pointed up to a loft with a hammock- probably the cleanest area in the house. “You can sleep there.”
Yes, great, wonderful, Webworm thought sarcastically.
She flew up to the loft (Stairs are for losers) and slumped onto the hammock. It snapped in a second. Oh well. At least she got a nice rug.
Anvil crawled up the stairs. “Webahm! Webahm!” When he got to the loft, he plopped down on the wooden floor, crossed his legs (arms?) and glared at her. Oh, great, the baby hates me.
“Oh, right,” Papaya said. “That was Anvil’s hammock. Whoops.” Webworm heard the sound of glass shattering from below.
Anvil flopped down on the wooden floor, whining and throwing a fit. Webworm instinctively grabbed him, wrapping her wings around him. Big mistake.
“Ack! Big! Dark! Scary!” Anvil flapped his wings quickly to swat Webworm away like a fly.
Webworm was offended. Her wings were not big; they were quite small, if anything. Her wings barely casted any shadows because of her glowscales. And she was not scary. At. All.
Webworm set Anvil back onto the floor, and flew down to the shelves.
She carefully slid out a scroll, and grabbed a candle for later use (It should not have been near the shelves; good thing it wasn’t lit).
The sun was at its lowest; soon it will be corrupted by the night’s reign of terror. Webworm lit the candle using the convenient fireplace, and went (this time, up the stairs) to the loft, where she unrolled the scroll, and began reading.
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Webworm had somehow fallen asleep whilst reading. The candle was burnt out and was quite melted. She sat up and stretched. Anvil was curled up next to her, possibly dreaming of more sneak attacks on dragons.
She stretched her awfully small wings. Her ears and antennae flicked. There was scuffling from downstairs.
Webworm craned her neck over the railing of the loft. There was a dragon wearing a gray hooded cloak. As far as she could tell from the dragon’s talons, they were an IceWing, with dark blue scales here and there.
What’s happening? Who is that? It definitely was not the IceWing she had seen earlier; he had light blue scales, and the darker blue scales were way more bunched up.
There was something on the floor. No, someone. Papaya, with a deep crimson gash along his stomach. His scales were completely white. Webworm muffled her gasp.
There was a knock at the door. The IceWing hurriedly scampered into a cabinet soundlessly.
The door opened, and a pink and purple RainWing carefully stepped inside. “Papaya?” she called, continuing to walk. “It’s me. I think I left my bag in-” she gasped when she saw him. She sobbed. “T-three moons! I think he’s dead!” 
== CHAPTER THREE: VOIDSPLITTER ==
“Oh, look at that poor dragonet,” one dragon remarked. She was passing a small black and green dragonet staring intently at a brown mushroom with unblinking eyes.
“I think he’s gone insane!” Her friend chimed in, a bit too enthusiastically.
That was when Voidsplitter was two. Fourteen years later, they’re still angry about that. In fact, that was the first thing they've been angry about, ever. First they don’t respect my pronouns, then they call me insane!?! Voidsplitter didn’t like that.
But today, they were quite chipper, nearly bouncing on their talons as they trotted to their friend’s tree house along a path weaved with thin vines. Never a good thing for a nearly blind dragon.
They couldn’t see much, but they could see shapes. Shapes. They were what Voidsplitter preferred over other dragons. They particularly liked the shape of a mushroom- its slender stem, the curvaceous cap…
The only thing Voidsplitter seemed to like was mushrooms.
They inched closer to the tree house; now they can see its basic shape. They rap their talons on the door.
“Rose?” they called. After some crashing noises from inside, a purplish dragon stumbled through the doorway.
“What?” Rosedrop demanded. He had obviously been looking for something, or he just woke up, judging from his tired, groggy tone and quick heartbeat, Voidsplitter guessed.
“Mushrooms?” they held up a basket with a toothy grin. They waved their tail.
Rosedrop slammed the door in their face swiftly. “My tail’s in the door.” They were still smiling.
Rosedrop opened the door, and after Voidsplitter got their tail out, shut it quietly.
At least he was nice about it. Voidsplitter sighed, but put on a big grin again. I’ll just check on Puriri, then. They flew northeast to a giant building made out of leaves and wood.
Voidsplitter’s younger sister, Puriri, worked at a daycare for young dragonets. The daycare hosted many dragons from a variety of tribes.
Voidsplitter landed in a bed of bright pink azaleas and lay there for a moment. Today felt… too peaceful, too average. Nothing was going on. It was… kind of creepy.
“Mister Voidy?” a small voice called. A tiny claw tapped their head. “Your face is in Miss Azalea’s flowers.”
“For the last time, Jay, I am not a ‘Mister’,” Voidsplitter’s voice was muffled by the azaleas. “Though I do commend you for not misgendering Azalea.” They lifted their head and blinked. Jay backed up cautiously, as if blinking was the scariest thing in the universe.
Jay was a little Skywing, pale red with red and gold patterns. He blinked his big green eyes up at them.
His friend Crawfish was behind him; Voidsplitter could guess that from the small hazelnut brown (with splotches of maroon, cream and cocoa) blob behind Jay. He reminded Voidsplitter of a tiny chocolate cake.
“Where are Puriri and Dreamfinder?” they asked.
“In the big office room,” Jay said. Crawfish nodded in affirmation. “They’re talking to Darkstalker.”
What.
Although very confused, Voidsplitter thanked them and ran to the office. They didn’t even bother to knock this time.
When they entered, they saw three dragons conversing with one another. Voidsplitter recognized Dreamfinder and Puriri immediately- The tall, regal dark purple-red figure sitting perfectly behind the desk, and the small fern green and carnation pink dragon at her side.
Puriri always had more RainWing blood in her than Voidsplitter, with her delicate pink, green and yellow scales, and rarely any black. Perhaps that was why she’s the favored sibling, Voidsplitter lamented.
Across them were two cloaked dragons- NightWing dragonets. The one with a black cloak had dull purple scales and pale grey eyes. She glared at Dreamfinder, who seemed pretty calm about two NightWings who barged into her office.
The other dragonet was a bit shorter and a tad bit chubbier. He was onyx black with strange ruby-colored scales here and there, and his lime-colored eyes stared fearfully at the first dragonet, and then to Voidsplitter, looking quite amused.
“Voidsplitter!” Puriri shouted, rushing toward them. Her green eyes glared at them. “I told you to stay at home!” She brushed her wing against theirs.
“Relax,” Voidsplitter assured, backing away from her reach. “I just went to visit Rosedrop, and decided to check on you.”
“You cannot fly by yourself—” Puriri started.
“Puriri,” Dreamfinder said with her loud, clear voice. Puriri zipped back to her.
“I want you to introduce our… guests,” Dreamfinder said, pointing to them with her right wing. Her only wing, they thought, crestfallen. Dreamfinder glanced placidly at the frowning dragonet, then promptly left the room, saying she needed some rest.
The four dragons stared at each other. Don’t be scared of them, Voidsplitter winced, and the black dragonet looked at them concernedly. They’re much younger than you are, maybe Rosedrop’s age. But they knew how interactions with the hybrid dragonet usually went.
“So, uh,” Voidsplitter broke the ice, which was not something they’d usually do. “Who are you?”
The purple dragonet glared at them, nearly making them flinch. “Not for you to know, freakshow.”
The black dragonet quickly overwrote her sentence. “My name is Fearful, and this is Dawnstalker. Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.
Dawnstalker shifted her gaze to Fearful. “Don’t tell them my name, brass breath!”
“Aha,” Voidsplitter realized, and the two dragonets looked at him. “That must be why Jay dubbed you as ‘Darkstalker’.”
“Guess that’s my name to everyone, even a little SkyWing dragonet,” she mumbled, clenching her talons. The other three dragons shot her a sympathetic look. She looked up at them. “What?” she snapped, and Voidsplitter backed up a bit in fear.
Puriri changed the subject. “Are you guys hungry? Dreamfinder had told me that you traveled quite a long distance.”
“No,” Dawnstalker snapped, at the same time Fearful mumbled “A bit.”
“Well then. Would you like something to drink?”
“NO.”
“Water’s fine,” Fearful smiled weakly.
“Okay.” Puriri sighed as she scuffled across the room. “Voidsplitter, you get Fearful some water; while I head to training.” She went out through the same exit Dreamfinder had gone through.
Voidsplitter shuddered, terrified that their sister had left them with strangers. What if these dragonets had weapons? Or POISON?!?
Voidsplitter decided not to be wary of dragonets a third their size and age. “I’ll go get some water now,” they called in a high, haughty voice. One usually does that when they’re scared, yes?
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