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A forest that resides next to the Claws of the Clouds Mountains. It's filled mainly with pine trees, though there are also numerous other types of plants that grow there. Elk, birds of prey, bears, and many other species SkyWings prey on live here.

Flare sighed as he finally landed, large wings tucking inwards as he began his search for wood. He had begun plans on a new invention of his, and he was missing only a few materials. It had been a delightful excuse to get out of the palace that made him feel like there wasn't an escape.

Don't get him wrong, Queen Amber was kind to him. Er, kinder to him than she was to other subjects. He'd be impressed if a dragon could withstand weeks being by her side without losing their mind.

Shaking the thought away, he lent down to grab a few sticks, curling one of his tails around the growing collection to make walking easier. He couldn't help but slightly shiver as the cold wind brushed past him, tempting him to take a break and bask in the sunlight later.

Focus. You just started collecting sticks. Now is not the time to think about taking a break.

Cinnabar flew down into the forest and looked around, "I wonder if they'll find me here?" she thought aloud. She smiled, happy to have escaped the reformatory, "I hope they don't find me again! That would be dreadful if I had to go back there! There were so many rules!" she said.

She looked around and walked forwards through the forest, humming to herself happily. She spotted a curious dragon collecting wood and tilted her head. They appeared to have two tails and odd coloring, "Hello!" Cinnabar said loudly, "I'm Cinnabar, what's your name?" she asked them. She bounded towards Flare with a large smile on her face

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Flare admittedly jumped at the new voice, the peaceful hush of the ruffled leaves interrupted by Cinnabar's loud introduction. He felt a tad embarrassed for not having noticed the dragon approach him. He turned his head to meet the newcomer's bright gaze, noting the wide smile he was being greeted with.

She seems friendly.

The crossbreed instantly returned the smile. "I'm, uh, Flare," he answered hesitantly. Young SkyWings weren't very friendly to him, so he was attempting to be cautious. "It's nice to meet you, Cinnabar.

Flare glanced around to make sure nobody else was going to surprise him with a greeting. When it seems to be just the two of them, he focuses back on Cinnabar. "What brings you to the forest?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound demanding to the golden SkyWing.

Cinnabar laughed, "Nice to meet you Flare!" she said. She frowned at his question, "Well..." she looked over her shoulder and up at the sky before sitting down on the ground.
Cinnabar frowned thoughtfully and tilted her head, Can I trust him? Will he return me to the reformatory? I hope I can trust him... I'll just tell him, and if he plans on bringing me back there, I can blast him with fire! Though... wouldn't that be rude?

She frowned and made a face, "I have decided to trust you!" she yelled and jumped to her feet. She smiled and nodded her head, "I'm in the forest because I'm running away from the reformatory I was being unfairly kept in!"

She frowned, Oh, dear, what if he thinks that I'm some sort of psycopath?

"I promise I'm not insane or a vicious murderer!" Cinnabar said. She ruffled her wings and stood up, ready to leave in case he tried to turn her in.

Well that just seems like something a vicious murderer would say.

Flare doesn't dare utter the comment, tail tightening around the sticks at the information that she escaped a reformatory. Dragons went into it for various reasons, but it wasn't a subject he was too knowledgeable in. He didn't even like thinking about it.

His second tail swayed on the cold ground, draining his worries and replacing them with curiosity.

"A reformatory," he repeats, unsure how to handle the situation. "Can I ask why you were in it, then?"

Cinnabar seemed friendly, and he loved having the company near him. Perhaps she was only put there because she was loud. This could be his chance to finally make a friend! If she wasn't a murderer or an insane dragon, a friendship could be possible.

Cinnabar frowned and rubbed her wings together, in a way almost like that of a cricket. She opened her mouth and than closed it.

Cinnabar tilted her head and scrunched up her snout, "Um.. Well... I don't really remember?" she tried.

She winced, There's no way he's going to believe that I'm not a murderer if I don't give him an answer

"I MAY have destroyed a bunch of priceless items? That were slightly irreplaceable? They had no good reason to put me in!" she said

There we go! Now he has a reason to believe I'm not crazy!

Flare held a blank expression for a moment, something familiar ringing in his head. Hadn't he heard a story like that before?

There had been that one dragon who had destroyed some of Amber's antiques-

He couldn't help but burst out laughing when his mind was finally able to connect the dots. "That, that was you?" he asked in between laughs. Queen Amber had thrown an entire fit over the destroyed items! In all honesty, the rants had sort of been funny, him never having seen her whine in that way before.

"I'm surprised you didn't lose your head for that," he comments, forcing his laughter to dwindle into a bright smile. "Queen Amber looked like she was going to explode when the news was broken to her."

Cinnabar blinked, shocked that he knew about what she had done, and that he found it so hilarious. She cringed, "Yeah, that was me," she said.
Cinnabar sat down and let her wings flop onto the ground, "I'm glad I didn't loose my head," she murmured. She made a face, "I don't see what's really funny about me having been the clumsiest dragonet on all of Pyrrhia, though" she said.

Does this mean he won't make me go back to the reformatory?

"So... I just wanted to make sure, are you going to make me go back to the reformatory?" she asked, titling her head. "Because if you are going to, than...."
She looked up at the sky and around to make sure that there was no one.

uh...It's me. Faithseeker. Shall i join in?

((Hey Faithseeker! I’d be fine if you joined the roleplay, but you have to wait until your character is approved. Also, make sure to check out the rules for some roleplay guidelines))

Flare quickly shook his head, especially with the implied threat being aimed towards him. “Of course not,” he responds, “I mean, as long as you don’t break any more priceless things.”

The implied threat had caught him off guard, having thought she was only there for breaking things. Perhaps Cinnabar had a more aggressive side to her.

Brushing aside the thought, he stooped down to collect another stick. “I try not to entangle myself in other dragon’s businesses. I won’t turn you in as long as you don’t make it seem like I’m helping a ‘fugitive’.”

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Cinnabar smiled, relieved that he wasn't going to turn her in. She nodded, "Okay, good! I'll try not to break anything!" she said.

She smiled and nodded her head, "Good, good! Thank you for not turning me in!" She glanced around the forest of pines before looking up again at the blue sky.

Cinnabar watched him collect sticks, "I promise not to make it seem like you're helping me," she said, "I don't want you to get in trouble for something that I did, it just wouldn't be..." she stopped and frowned quickly before barking a laugh, "No, scratch what I was just about to say. The world is no where near fair"

Oops, now I'm sounding like I'm bent on revenge...

"Do you want me to help you collect sticks? You seem to need them for some reason," she offered, trying to steer away from what she had just said.

Flare couldn't help but agree with Cinnabar's comment. The world wasn't fair and it never would be. He had seen many innocent dragons executed, even when there wasn't enough evidence to declare them guilty.

Even his parents hadn't deserved their fate.

Don't even think about it.

Flare quickly fixed the frown that had formed, switching to a rather blank expression. Though his gaze turns thoughtful at Cinnabar's offer. "That would be great," he chirped, slightly dipping his head. "I needed some supplies for a new contraption I'm building. My last one took up the last of my wood, so now I've been looking for more.

"Honestly, it didn't even turn out well, just like how Merlin said it would. He's always in a grumpy mood, saying that I'm stealing all the useful materials in the kingdom. I don't listen to him a lot, though he is right sometimes. But the jokes on him, since now I get to have some peace and quiet in the forest. And as a bonus, I even have company."

Flare paused his rambling, realizing he might be boring her. "Oh, sorry. I guess I can trust you too with telling you that it's rare I'm able to find someone I can actually talk to about things."

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Cinnabar nodded and swept her tail across the woodland floor in a large arc, trying to bring some sticks closer to herself for easier collection. Instead, all that happened was she got sprayed in the face with leaves and needles from the trees.

"I'm sure your inventions work fine!" Cinnabar scoffed. She slapped the ground with her tail.

She frowned, "Why is it rare for you to be able to talk to others about stuff? Aren't there lots of people who are really nice around the Sky Kingdom? I think I remember a couple? But they might just have been nice to me because I was a tiny dragonet..." she trailed off and shrugged

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Flare couldn't help but grin when Cinnabar got a face full of leaves. He stifled his soft laughter though, not wanting to make her angry on accident.

He hesitated when she asked about where the kind SkyWings were, a puzzled expression conquering her face. He scanned the golden scales, making sure that she was a SkyWing. "Don't make me laugh," he begins in a friendly tone. "SkyWings are the grumpiest frogs in history! They grumble about everything. They stomp all day unless they're near Queen Amber. Then they run so that they don't anger her," he finishes, imitating the stomps of furious SkyWings.

"It's nice that you were able to find friendly SkyWings when you were younger. Even my dad was strict on rules in an irritated manner. Queen Amber's nice though. Well, to me at least. But I can't talk to her about my inventions. If it doesn't involve destroying someone or something, she doesn't want to hear about it."

"Don't get me wrong, you're nice too! I just haven't met any friendly SkyWings beforehand."

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Cinnabar nodded, "They are pretty grumpy," she admitted to Flare. "I know a lot of very rude SkyWings. That is, including the people who thought I needed to go to the reformatory and everyone who was there"

She smiled and laughed quickly as he imitated the SkyWings. I know a lot of dragons that act like that she thought.

"I wish there were more kind SkyWings out there. It would be really nice, there being more nice dragons on Pyrrhia. I mean, I'm sure there are tons of nice dragons, but there aren't many that I've met!" Cinnabar said.

"I'm glad Queen Amber is nice to you, that's an upside! You don't want to get on her bad side..." Cinnabar trailed off, "Thanks for calling me nice! Most people just call me clumsy, rude, bothersome, annoying, you get it!" she said and laughed, "You're nice too! I'm glad I met you"

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Faithseeker hurried through the pines, flinching when they whipped her weirdly overlarge wings. She could hear two voices up ahead: One male, one female. SkyWings?

((what tribe is Flare from?))

Flare nodded in agreement, "Just imagine what Pyrrhia would be like if everyone was just friendly!"

The idea sounded like paradise. Innocent dragons wouldn't have to die in skermishes or on unfair trials. Dragonets would be raised to keep peace in the world, and to accept-

The thought is interrupted by the sounds of disturbed branches followed by hurried footsteps. He quickly dropped his sticks, glancing towards Cinnabar. He was worried that someone from the reformatory search had finally caught up with her. His barbed tails were slightly raised in alarm, despite them being ineffective in battle. All that mattered was that he looked somewhat intimidating to whoever had stumbled upon them.

"Hello?" Flare calls, "Is someone there...?"

((He's a SkyWing / SandWing hybrid, but he stays in the Sky Kingdom))

Cinnabar nodded, "It would be amazing if everyone was friendly" she said.

She saw him drop the sticks he had gathered and looked around. She frowned, "What is it?" she asked Flare, "Did you hear something?"

She looked around, trying to see if someone was there. Cinnabar dragged her tail across the ground in a long arc nervously.

Is it the dragons searching for me? I hope not!

"Maybe I should get going.... That way, if it's the people from the reformatory, you don't get in trouble..." she said. She nodded, "If I get going, then they can't accuse you of helping me escape or something"

Faithseeker crouched in the bush, knowing that the tips of her violet-black wings were showing above the leaves. I hope those dragons like me..Shall I try speaking to them?
"Hello?"
The golden SkyWing and the strange SandWing/SkyWing-looking
dragon both started.
"Who are you?" the crossbreed asked uneasily.
"Uhhh...Faithseeker." Panic overtook her. Why had she revealed herself? These dragons clearly knew she'd been eavesdropping!
She spread her wings and took off, looking back once to see the bemused looks of the other two. Only one place I can go to now... the Claws of the Clouds Mountains.

((one of you two can do the next bit, OK? Thanks for letting me join in! Also, the bit where you said "did you hear something"? Is the 'something' meant to be Faithseeker? I'm not offended if it isn't.))

Flare shared an uneasy look with Cinnabar, uncertainty leaking into his eyes. Why had a NightWing been all the way up here? And were they supposed to look like a RainWing's?

He hadn't ever met a NightWing or RainWing, but he had surely seen pictures of them! Faithseeker had frills like a RainWing, but the coloration of a NightWing. He had even noticed the stars under her wings!

She had fled rather quickly though, so he hadn't gotten too good of a view. Maybe she didn't have frills, and it had been a trick of the eye. "Was that a NightWing?" he asked softly.

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Cinnabar frowned, a confused look taking over her face. What had just happened? Who was that dragon?

Cinnabar blinked slowly, "Who was that dragon? Did they say their name was.... Faithseeker? That's an unusual name..." she said to herself before turning and looking at Flare.

"I think it was a NightWing? They had the coloration of one? They also had an unusual name.. Two words smashed together... I think that's a NightWing thing? Don't NightWings give their dragonets two different words smashed together as a name?" Cinnabar said.

Cinnabar watched Faithseeker fly away, "Did she say where she was going?" she asked Flare


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Flare shrugged, "I think that's right...I don't really know much about NightWings."

He watched as Faithseeker's frame seemed to disappear over the trees. "It looks like she's headed towards the Claws of Clouds Mountains.

"I'm sure you could catch her if you hurry!" he encouraged, glancing at her large wings. "Especially with your huge wings. But please don't get caught. Maybe we'll be able to meet back up later."

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Cinnabar nodded, "I don't know much about NightWings either..." she said with a frown.

"The Claws of the Clouds Mountains? Thanks!" She said.

She opened her wings and prepared to jump into the air but then Cinnabar finally processed what Flare had said.

She frowned at him, "You aren't coming? W-why?" she gave him a look of confusion, "You could manage to catch up to her too!" she protested, barely resisting stomping her feet on the ground like a two year old dragonet who had been told playtime was over.

((Okay!))

Flare glanced back at the pile of sticks he had dropped. "I have to take these back to the palace! Besides, Queen Amber might get worried that I got lost or something. The last thing we need is more patrols out here."

He didn't always enjoy being treated like he couldn't do anything, but at least it gave him the comfort that someone actually wanted him around!

His tails swept up the sticks, putting them together neatly. "Not to mention how panicked she seemed. Two dragons would definitely worry her even more."

To be truthful, Cinnabar's upset tone made him feel guilty. He wanted to follow his new friend and explore everything together so badly! He'd just hate for that to cause the SkyWing to get caught.

Maybe we could be extra careful though!

"Honestly, I don't really have anything else to do. I'm just concerned that I'll lead to something happening to you."

Cinnabar nodded and made a face, "Okay... I guess that's a good reason to not come and meet the really cool, exciting dragon who we know nothing about " she said.

She frowned, "More patrols would stink... because then I most likely would get caught..." she sighed and sat down on the ground.

Cinnabar groaned, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A NICE DRAGON?" she yelled at Flare, "If you weren't so nice, then I wouldn't want you o come with me and you wouldn't care if was caught or not, so you would just come anyways!" she yelled.

She frowned and tilted her head, "Wait..." she scrunched up her snout and did some quick math on her talons, "That doesn't make sense? If you weren't nice, then you would just turn me in? WHY IS THE WORLD SO COMPLICATED?" she yelled at the sky.

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Flare had to admit, he was taken aback by Cinnabar's outburst. He wasn't sure how to respond to her points.

Maybe I can go on just one adventure. And it'll be quick!

"...I'm sorry?" he began before letting out a long sigh. "Fine. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to join you. As long as you promise not to yell when we catch up with her."

Three moons. What have I gotten myself into?

Cinnabar smiled at Flare, "Really? You really mean it?" she asked happily. She jumped up and down, practically vibrating with joy.

"Why would I ever yell?" she asked, pretending to be offended.

"I'm so happy!! It's going to be so fun and we're going to meet a new dragon and it's going to be amazing!!!" she said, talking so quickly the words blurred together into one confusing lump.

Cinnabar smiled at Flare, "Let's go meet that dragon!" she yelled.

THIS IS GOING TO BE SO MUCH FUN!!!! I'm so happy! I'm so glad I managed to convince flare to come! We'll have such fun and it'll be great and we'll figure out who that dragon is!

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Flare smiled back warily, tucking the collection of sticks underneath a bush so he could reclaim them later. His invention would have to wait. He was going to meet a NightWing! Or just a strange RainWing, but he'd be fine with that as well.

I'm starting to meet new tribes!

He was gleeful that Cinnabar was so excited, the SkyWing barely able to make an understandable sentence due to the energy. It was infectious and quickly filled him with hope that nothing terrible would happen.

Flare spread his wings, taking off into the sky with one large beat of his wings. "Come on slow poke!"

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