Sandpiper nodded in response. "Yep! It's kind of weird, with my mom
loving water so much and my dad hating it," he elaborated. "But we
live in a town called Possibility, and there's a port there, so we
live right on the water. That way my dad can have fun in the arid
desert climate but my mom can also be in the ocean when she wants
to." Sandpiper stepped fully into the room, showing off his odd
tail. "I prefer warm water though. Cold water sometimes irritates
my scales, especially on my tail." He laughed briefly, then swept a
wing over Spiri's back. "That isn't usually a big problem, though,"
he explained, "because I have the Sandwing power of being really
warm all the time." Sandpiper smiled and let her feel the heat from
his wing before folding it again. "I have gills, too, although they
are way more sensitive than my mom's. Freshwater only." The tan
dragon tilted his head. "Anything else you're curious about? Oh,
and do you spin silk? Is it the opposite of flamesilk -
uh...frostsilk? Um, sorry if that's too many quesitons. And
answers. I talk a lot." Sandpiper sheepishly shut up and gave Spiri
a chance to respond.
Nightfall sighed. The one time he felt a little confident about
talking to someone else, nobody came. They were all busy doing
something else probably though. He went back to the Jasper
Winglet’s sleeping cave, but found one dragonet from his winglet
and another who wasn’t. He went back out and stayed in the hallway.
He went down another hallway to try and find something to do that
he liked. He flicked a nearby pebble. Why did he always have to be
so shy?
"Yeah. I call it freezesilk." Flicking her wrist, she unleashed the
frosty string onto the stone. Ice crystals grew where it landed.
"It's really good for cuts, bruises, and scratches, I've found."
Similarly to the way Sandpiper introduced his warmth, Spiri
extended a forewing over the Seawing Hybrid, "My scales are chilly
like my father's, and I'm really resistant to cold." She then went
on to show off the IceWing spikes on her back and on her tail, more
colorful, resembling a light aurora in a way, and the ridged claws
on her talons.
Nightfall jumped a bit and turned around. He had a really
weird-nervous expression on his face. “H-hi.” he said back. He was
really nervous. Nobody ever really talked to him, so he had no
reason to really make friends. What would everyone think of him.
Was the one talking to him in his Winglet?
Sandpiper let out a soft "oooooh" at Spiri's display of freezesilk.
It was an excellent idea to use the silk to heal wounds; it made
him wonder if any of his "powers" could be useful for certain
things. He shivered a bit at the chill coming from the other
dragonet's scales, and he marveled at the way her spikes seemed to
shimmer. "Woooah, that's super pretty," Sandpiper commented with a
smile. He tilted his head. "Do you live in the Ice Kingdom? Or on
Pantala somewhere?"
Her ears flattened at this question. "Pantala." She answered
flatly. "Father left me before I hatched, and Mother's friends
drove me away when I was young. I lived in hiding until I got my
wings, then I moved to the rainforest here in Pyrrhia with some
RainWings...but I haven't been here long..." she still, for some
reason, wanted to consider her birthplace home. Her mother had been
decent growing up, yet she was driven out for seemingly no reason,
and only recently found out it was due to magic powers she knew
nothing about.
Nightfall was getting really nervous right now. He was trying to
stay calm. He didn’t wanna make a bad first impression. He was
getting even more nervous. What would she say? Would she think gems
weird? Will she make fun of him? What if she found out about his
magic? Then he would be doomed! He panicked quickly and shouted out
loud, “I have to go!” and then took off running in a different
direction. He just wanted to be alone right now. He got to a place
where he thought he could most likely get some alone time. He was
in a lone cave and he started crying. He was so stupid! Why did he
even try to talk to anyone. He always messed it up. All he did was
bury his head into his talons and cry.
Sandpiper was shocked. How could her parents to that to such a
wonderful dragon? "I...I'm so sorry," he said softly, opening his
wing slightly to brush against her wing. "I can't imagine why they
would do that to you. I mean, I think you're wonderful." He gave
her a warm smile, letting his wing stay against hers until she
decided to break the contact. "I'd love to be friends, if that's
okay with you." He tilted his head. "I'd offer to take you to
Possibility with me after school ends, but I'm not sure if it would
be too warm for you. Is the rainforest too warm?"
"I don't mind the warmth. Though I can't use frostbreath if it's
too hot. Not that I use it much, anyway." She was warmed by
Sandpiper's sweetness, but wasn't sure how he'd react to her
powers. "Th-thank you, though...no one's ever been this nice to
me...apart from the RainWings, but I barely know them."
"Ok that just haappened"she said and say down somewhere and the egg
had hatched and a tiny real and blue dragonet in in the pile of egg
shells and she said"hello".
The baby jumped out and fell and ran over to kiwi and bumped into
her and yelped.
No one had been nice enough to talk to her? Kindly? Or offer to
help her? Sandpiper suddenly pulled Spiri into a hug. "Of course
I'd be nice to you," he replied before releasing her and leaning
back. "You really need to meet some better dragons," he added,
nudging her playfully. "I think you'd like Possibility. There are
lots of hybrids there, and lots of very nice dragons."
Spiri smiled, awkwardly wrapping her wings around the other
dragonet. "Maybe I would. It sounds great, really." She sat back as
he pulled away. "Meeting dragons is why I came here. That and
learning more about the other tribes."
Nightfall heard talon clicks somewhere nearby, but ignored them.
Why would anyone wanna be friends with a stupid animus? He threw a
pebble nearby into a random hallway and continued crying. He said
to himself, “Stupid animus powers.”
Nightfall jumped back a little bit. He still had wet eyes.
“P-please don’t tell anyone.” he said. He shuffled back a few
paces. Everything was wrong with being an animus! Others would hate
him!