Thread:Roleplayy/@comment-38589013-20190801194816/@comment-40162417-20190825131928

Deerfly was trying to keep a conversation with Fruitfly as they walked--hint: it wasn't working. "You know, the second we arrived here," she began, "I felt kinda weird. You think it's strange, too, don't you? I have this image in my head of an angry SandWing insulting me before I stab him. Then we die! But I don't know any SandWings...must be some weird dream or something?" She paused, realizing he wasn't listening, and started running to catch up with him. This was hard, because she had short legs.

"Hey, sticklegs," she snapped. "Aren't you listening?"

Fruitfly had enjoyed the brief time he'd had, being several dragon-lengths away from the terror that was Deerfly. He didn't reply when she spoke to him.

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Hourglass was pleased that Ghost seemed to be listening as he continued walking to the entrance, taking his time and going on and on about the history of this mountain. "...and that's how Emerald Peak was formed! It's amazing what one little rockfall can do to shape the whole mountain, as well as your very own future. On with the tour..."

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Ghost followed after Hourglass, surveying the students here as his brother yapped on and on. Quite a few hybrids...good, good. No problems like with my last school. An image of a snooty RainWing being surrounded by teachers, her eyes wide with new fear, floated by in his head. ''Several NightWings. Hm. I may need the mental shields...''

His most visible thoughts cut off abruptly, replaced with the slow repeat of his decoy thoughts. ''Oh joy! What a nice day out! I sure hope I make some friends! Golly gosh, and other choir dragonet things!''