Thread:TurquoiseEmber/@comment-35137341-20191214205925/@comment-38158014-20200125003706

Psyche sighed, burying her face in her talons. The tree she sat in rustled with the movement, but she was too far away from the dragonets for them to hear. "Sorry, ma'am. We haven't talked to them yet. It won't happen again." -- The storm rumbled as Astrum dashed through the trees, tenting his good wing over his head to protect himself from the onslaught of water. "Mind?" he called nervously. A crack of lightning was his only response.

"Mind!" he yelled, tentativeness forgotten. His antennae quivered in the rain, picking up the droplets as they cascaded to the ground in an interminable pattern. And there was a hint of something else, too. Something... familiar. Warm and fiery and so very NightWing-ish.

(oof this is a little far-fetched - I can't think of any other ways for him to find Mind, though)

Astrum relaxed and let his antennae guide him, splashing through a small stream until he reached a cave entrance. His SilkWing sense told him that a dragon was moving around inside.

"Anybody home?" he called.