However, apparently it wasn't just the young fire-scales SkyWing dragoness who found themself about on this strange, forsaken morning. 

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      Peril stood in silence, by the stream and Hvitur's corpse as she examined her own talons. It was such a strange thing, to see herself in full color. Obviously, she had witnessed her scales before, but in the light of day it seemed as if the orange on her talons was truly orange, and the red on her claws was truly red. She felt as if she radiated more color than she had ever imagined-  and she hated how it looked. How beautiful it seemed to be- And even stranger, her own reflection in the water with such dignity, the form of the SkyWing in full color, instead of the muted shades she had grown up being reflected to her by the waters in the cave. To see her own self was almost disorientating, to be greeted with the face she was now so greatly afraid of.

      What have I done? The young SkyWing's mind whirred with pain. She just hardly held herself up, stricken with the hurt and pain her face was overwritten with. She never before in her life so wished she could cry, without the tears immediately evaporating as they touched her face. So,  Instead, she began to cry mere steam, as it filtered into the air. 

     However, as I have said, Peril was hardly all by herself on this wildly out of place still morning. For shifting  within in the foliage, there was another lone soul. 

      Talons silently filtered through the leaved with ease, making a minimal sound. Quieter than an owl's wings. He blinked his eyes in rapid succession, his fleeting nimble talons lightly drifting through the trees at swiftly pace. For he jogged with haste, and before his little form burst into a small area, lined with a swirling stream, a dead IceWing... and the most beautiful dragoness he had ever seen. 

     Peril was suddenly caught off guard by the presence of the dragon behind her. She whipped herself around, and in that moment the eyes of the two SkyWing matched and lined up all at once. And those two SkyWings stared at each other for what seemed like ages. Peril, who had never seen another dragon whose form and scale patterns were as much like hers as Webs were to Tsunami, and he who had never once before seen such a dragoness, with shimmering orange scales, lined in red and maroon, and glittering cerulean eyes which seemed to pierce open his spirit. And yet, even as he starred in wanderlust he still was caught in his chore, his job of which he was assigned by his tribe. And quickly, yet quieter than a mouse, he mumbly muttered out a phrase. 

     "Who are you, miss?" 

    The SkyWing's voice whirred, his tongue filtering in and out between teeth.  He raised himself up, as he steadily kept his eyes locked on Peril. The young dragoness recoiled, at a loss for words or thoughts. 

     "I'm- I'm..... I...." Peril stuttered gently, as she studied the other SkyWing, his scales which were painted in a dark yellow, lined in an abyssal crimson, almost as dark blood. 

     "Yes?" He inquired sharply, approaching Peril. At that time she lit up, staging backwards, her talons gracing the grass of the creek. At once it began to smoke, catching fire. Peril looked back, her eyes catching the ignited grass. By imperial's comet! Peril hissed in her thoughts. The smoke billowed up as he stepped, however, it seemed the other SkyWing had not noticed. "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to answer to me" The SkyWing soldier called out again. And once more, Peril remained silent. 

      It was then when the strange dragon flicked his tail, and beckoned out to the foliage. 

     "Sulphur! Finch!" He bellowed to trees and bushes beyond the stream. "C'om ere'! I found somthin'!" And before Peril could put in another word, Two more SkyWings burst into the clearing. She again attempted to back-up, and although she ultimately paused her movement, she still was shocked by  the presence of the new dragons. They began to go in around her. In their talons, they held spears, Peril noticed. And she saw that the first SkyWing had a spear as well, yet he kept it firmly tightened to his chest, bound in a sheath. 

      One of the dragons the first SkyWing called over began to appear Peril faster. He bore light, sky orange scales, like a sunset. His eyes were dark amber, and his wings were a golden yellow type color. Peril's eyes grew wide as he sharply maneuvered in, butting his head towards her. He was tall, muscular, and rather frightening. Peril yelp and shot away, leaving this SkyWing to chortle at her. 

      "Hey hey hey, It's all right, little miss. It seems you've done our work for us." He hissed, gesturing himself towards Hvitur's dead, burned body. Peril shivered "Cause whatever you've done"  He continued, "You've done a dang good job at it". He then flared a talon at the body, seeming pleased with himself. "Mind telling us your name, little missy, eh?" He laughed, flicking the end of his tail and darting his eyes at Peril. 

     Peril didn't say a word. 

      "oh come off it!" said the third SkyWing. She was more golden of a color all together, really, with shiny red underscales. "He's Sulphur," She said, gesturing with her large wing to the muscular, tall dragon who approached Peril. "My name is Finch" She said, bringing her wing to her chest, and then she moved it to the first dragon who had come to her, who had seemed to be their leader. "And him," She said with a sigh. 

" He's our Captain. 'Is name is Tinder."