Paper Butterflies

This is a WoF fanfic and it takes place in the Wingblade AU. 
==Casting call==
Fisher/Goldenrod - Main character
Jaguar - Major character
Butterfly - Major character
Otter - Important character
Parrot - Supporting character
3,910 A.S.
Jaguar’s mansion smelled like cinnamon. It always did. It also smelled like Butterfly’s medicine, and Jaguar smoking in the basement. If you haven’t guessed, Cigars and cinnamon don’t go together. Goldenrod saw Jaguar walking towards her, waving a smoky cigar. She wrinkled her nose. “What are you standing around for?”
He demanded.
“Peace and quiet?”
Jaguar snorted, and walked away. He was always like that, Goldenrod had gotten used to it by now. She saw a big walking pile of sheets, and it took her a moment to realize it was Parrot, one of the Rainwing servants. Parrot, was staggering around on two talons, up to her head in sheets. Goldenrod snorted. I didn’t think there was even that many sheets in the house! There was only three dragons living there!
Speaking of the mansion, it wasn’t really the best place to live. Despite the glamorous exterior, the mansion was quite old. It looked like it might fall over at any moment. She turned around, and saw a massive painting of a shark jumping out of the water to grab a Skywing in it’s massive teeth.
That was one of the mansions less desirable qualities.
Goldenrod wondered it a Seawing had painted it, since Seawing’s were never on good terms with the Skywings.
Goldenrod turned around to look at the broken window. Another bad thing about the mansion. Why does no one ever bother to fix this place, jeez.
Goldenrod gave a servant you was eyeing her a withering glare. He quickly scurried away. "Leafwing's aren't that strange!" Well, they actually rally were, on Pyrrhia. Her Leaf shaped wings were like Sirens blaring: HEY! I'M DIFFERENT! I DON'T BELONG HERE!!! At least she had some Pyrrhian blood. Goldenrod wondered why the Pyrrhians were on such bad terms with the Pantalans, one of their own dragon's founded them! Well, two of them. Leafwings were original Pantala. She wondered that maybe Leafwing's weren't weird, but every other tribe was. "YOU'RE ALL WEIRD!" She shouted at the servnts, earning her a few odd looks.
Goldenrod looked around some more. It was a wonder what you could do from looking around. First, Jaguar was waving a Cigar, then she was thinking about the founding of Pantala. How time flies!
Goldenrod spread her wings, and flapped up to Butterfly's room. "Hey, Butterfly!" She called, and the Rainwing-Seawing hybrid turned around.
Butterfly strained her neck around to turn to look at Goldenrod. "What?"
"...I was being friendly."
"Friendly at random?"
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