The Ultimate Wings of Fire Discussion and Roleplaying Group discussion

(This is where dragons from the Amethyst Winglet can roleplay! They are still welcome in other places, like the Jade Winglet. Though, please roleplay with them here mostly!)

The world is quiet here . . .

Vertigo steps onto the ledge, staring at the mountain in front of her. Jade Mountain, she thinks, This should be interesting.
Unsure whether she should go in yet or not, she backs off the ledge and free falls until she is a few yards from the ground, where she flings out her wings and pulls herself up.

She sees a hybrid, silkwing and nightwing, it looks like. her scales are shiny and polised, and she has a muscular build. She looks interesting, and i really should make friends... Vertigo thinks, taking a step closer. Nope, nope nope! She retreats.

Dawnreaper paces around the atrium. Jade Mountain sounded way more . . . green. She wasn't sure if this was better or not, but at least nobody had come up to talk to her yet . . .

Vertigo flies upwards, then dives down again and skims to ground, flying into the building and through the atrium, towards the great hall.

Suddenly she sees a light blue IceWing flying towards her. Oh please, oh please, oh PLEASE don't try to talk to me, she thinks.

It is to no avail, as he flies up to her. "I'm Fissure!" he says cheerfully. "What's your name?"

Vertigo loops back. I WILL talk to someone today. no, right now. She thinks, then sees Fissure talking to Dawnreaper. Oh, darn. I'm so disappointed and not at all relieved that she's talking to someone else. Better go back to the prey center! She thinks, zooming off.

Dawnreaper sees a SkyWing fly in, then do a u-turn. She looks actually interesting . . . she thinks, and decides to follow, cutting Fissure short.

Vertigo flies into the prey center and grabs a cow, roasting it all the way around with her fire before eating it. Ugh, I'm still kind of hungry, but... no. i won't eat more.

Dawnreaper realizes she's hungry, and flies into the prey center.

Vertigo decides to walk around and see who all is eating, maybe possibly probably not making a conversation. She sees the hybrid fly in, and backs up a little bit.

Dawnreaper feels slightly daunted by the amount of other dragons in the prey center.

Vertigo sits down near the side, then gives into her hunger and grabs another cow.

Dawnreaper grabs a pig, and sits down where few will notice her.

Vertigo notices the hybrid sit by herself, and wonders if she should go over. Maybe I'll just go nearer, and she'll talk to me. She thinks, scooting a little bit closer.

Dawnreaper sees the SkyWing incing slightly closer, and can't help laughing. "Has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible spy?" she says, casually.

"Uuuhhh... No?" She squeaks. "Eh, i can go..." She steps backward, folding in her wings.

"No, no, I understand. You want to know why I look like a NightWing but have four wings and red scales in parts, and why I glower so much, and things like that."

"Uh, i just figured you were a hybrid?" She says, calming down a littles bit.

"Oh, clever! Yes. My mom was a SilkWing and my dad was a NightWing . . . "

"Eep, thanks!" Clever? that's a word that nobody uses to describe me, she thinks.

"Oh, you're welcome . . . most dragons just think it was a strange case of heredity . . . "

Oh, mother, father, I miss you so much . . .

"So, uh, do you know what winglet you're in?" She asks, moving the tiniest bit closer.

"Amethyst, I think . . . "

"Oh! Uh, me too! I think. I hope? You seem nice." She says.

Dawnreaper just thinks for a moment. One never expects the largest turning points in life . . . like my parents's murder.

"Uh, okay, I'll go away now!" She says, bending low to the ground and spreading her wings, slithering away to the great hall.

She calls out, "You don't have to!"

Oh, well, she was just another friend who might betray me, she thinks. They all do.

"Huh? Oh - ok!" She walks back. "So, uh, what class are you excited for?"

"I didn't really look. What classes are there?"

"Uh, there's uh, fighting, herbs and healing, music, and some sort of small group discussions one too."

"Probably fighting. I have an explosive, fiery webbing that I can weaponize like fire."

She reaches up and fiddles with a charm on her silver choker that has a willow tree carved into it. "Woah. that's cool. I'm not really the best at fighting."

"I'm excited - well, not excited - I feel like the small group discussions would be good for me." She says.

Music, she thinks, Three Moons, our talons could crush a scavenger's piano into flamesilk . . .

Dawnreaper notices the SkyWing's choker. "That's cool," she says, fiddling with the chain of her locket.

"oh, uh thanks!" She jumps at a surprised yelp that she hears from across the cafeteria. A Rainwing and Seawing had been scared by a strange-looking sandwing-something hybrid.

"Yours is cool too."

"Well," Dawnreaper says casually. "looks like I'm not the only hybrid here. and thanks. Mine has a picture of my parents in it. "

Should I tell her my parents were killed? I don't want pity, but . . .

"Uh, yeah. I wonder what they are. looks like either a sandwing-silkwing or sandwing-hivewing."

The Sandwing hybrid runs past them, towards a mean-looking Icewing. "What were you doing, talking to them? You said you were getting food!" Snarls the Icewing.
Vertigo looks nervously at Dawnreaper.
"Oh, uh, what's your name?" She asks.

I knew it would come to this, she thinks.

"Oh, my name is Dawnreaper."

"Eh, i'm Vertigo. You have a pretty name."

"Er . . . thanks! My mom wanted it to be Dawn and my dad wanted it to be Nightreaper so they decided on both, as Dawnreaper."

"Oh, that's cool! My parents were just daredevils."

"Ha! Good one. Based on personality, I'm guessing that the IceWing is 'Crabbysnap.'"

Vertigo breaks out in a short burst of high-pitched laughter, then abruptly stops. "That's funny!"

"Thanks! Why don't we talk to that SandWing hybrid? He must be miserable, in close proximity to Crabbysnap."

"Sure! But, uh, could you talk to him first?" She asks.