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Qibli's Point of View

Qibli hummed quietly to himself, tapping the desk as the class worked on their assignment. Qibli, in all honesty, was bored. The class had dragged on, and he knew most of the information already. What he didn't know, however, was how amazing the afternoon sun shining down the skylight looked on a certain dragon.

Which, speaking of this dragon, was doodling little flowers in the corner of his paper.

Qibli stopped humming immediately, groaning quietly as he buried his head in his arms. He huffed and lashed his tail slightly. The SandWing swore Umber would be the death of him.

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The bell rang much later than Qibli had been hoping, and he was glad to finally leave history. He managed to be the first one out, head down as he walked briskly to his dorm.

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Umber hummed merrily as he walked into the library, holding a few scrolls in his talons. Turtle had said to meet him there, said it was something important, and Umber was willing to listen. The two soft-spoken dragons had become good friends, especially after Darkstalker's defeat, and often talked privately about whatever.

He soon entered the library, returned the scrolls he needed to, and quickly found the SeaWing Prince. "You wanted to talk?" Umber's voice was sweet, and it made most dragons' hearts melt.

Turtle sat up, smiling at his friend. "Yeah, you know how I told you someone may or may not have been admiring you from afar?" Umber nodded, taking a seat across from Turtle. "Well, now I know who! But he's not gonna take action, because he likes everything to be perfect, plus he gets super flustered super easily."

Umber raised a brow, stopping Turtle. "Okay, first, you can't just not give me a name! And second, who gets flustered around me?" He gestured to himself.

Turtle rolled his eyes, facetaloning. "Umber, who, besides you, is the gayest gay in this academy to ever gay?"

Umber remained silent, and Turtle sighed. "Three moons, Umber. Qibli!" Umber's eyes lit up at the mention of the SandWing, and his cheeks turned a dark red.

"He actually likes me?" Umber asked in disbelief.

"Yes! But the boy won't take action himself, surely you can see that." Umber nodded. He had definitely seen it. When Qibli was still into Moon, he hadn't gone for it, and instead waited for her to confess feelings that were never real.

"So, whatcha going to do about it?" Turtle inquired, flicking his wings.

Umber hummed, thinking for a moment. "Where's Qibli right now?" He asked.

"Sleeping cave," Turtle answered immediately. He watched Umber get up, the usually shy dragon flashing Turtle a confident smile.

"Since the dork won't do it himself, might as well confess first, right?" Turtle nearly squealed, and Umber sighed, rolling his eyes, but he had a fond smile on his face. "Pray for me." He stated before leaving the library.

Qibli was indeed in the sleeping cave, curled up around a scroll and reading quietly. He was alone, meaning it would be much easier for Umber to confess without feeling bad about kicking Winter out.

The MudWing approached Qibli, who looked up and smiled at the sight of Umber. "Hey Umber, thought you'd be in the library or something still." Qibli had moved to the side, making room for another dragon beside him.

Umber shook his head, taking a seat beside Qibli. "Nah, just had to return a few scrolls." It was silent for a few moments, Qibli going back to reading and Umber reading over his shoulder a few of the lines.

"Hey Qibli, what are we?"

Qibli looked at Umber in confusion. "Friends?" He said, sounding unsure. "At least, I'm pretty sure we are."

Umber nodded in confirmation. "We are. But... have you ever thought of any possibilities where... we're not friends?" Umber asked, curling his tail beside him. He watched Qibli's expression become one of slight fear, and even more confusion.

"No... Well, depends on what you mean, I guess. Like we never met, don't like one another, or that we're..." Qibli shook his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, laughing nervously. He looked away from Umber.

Umber tilted his head, before gently turning Qibli's head to face him. "Together? Is that what you were going to say?" He asked, voice soft. Qibli stared into his brown eyes that showed flecks of gold in the dim candlelight. Qibli swallowed nervously, Umber no longer holding his chin.

"Maybe... But, it's stupid, there's no way-"

Qibli was cut off by a firm kiss from Umber, effectively quieting the SandWing. When Umber pulled away, he giggled at Qibli's awestruck and embarrassed face, flushed more red than ever before.

"I don't think it's thar stupid, actually." Umber said, brushing his wing against Qibli's. "So, what are we?"

Qibli finally registered everything that had happened in the past three minutes, face still warmer than usual. After coming out of his trance, he smiled.

"Boyfriends hopefully." Qibli said, more confident than before. He curled his tail around Umber, almost protectively. "Am I correct?"

Umber grinned, nuzzling the SandWing. "Very."