Sparrowhawk| Age 8 |Female| SkyWing| Prophecy Dragonet
Sparrowhawk perked up when she heard Hurricane echoing her own comment about meeting Toucan. "I agree with Hurricane!" She said. Her mind repeated the phrase.
I agree with Hurricane. Huh. Never thought that would happen. I'll tell him he's off probation... soon. She tucked away the train of thought in favor of one speculating about Toucan. What would he be like? What color would he be? Would he like the dragonets? Would he be lazy?
Fireclaws| Age 4 |Female| Nightwing| Princess
Fireclaws walked through the bowels of the NightWing kingdom, claws clicking on stone with every stride. Her mission was clear: Find some ink. She was sure that a servant could fetch some, but the kingdom was low on those because of the war. Worse yet, half of them were incompetent. Besides, she knew the place like the back of her wing, having played throughout it during the first one and a half years of her life. As she passed one of the hallways, a familiar mind-sound made her stop. The calming fuzz of her uncle's mind rang sharp and clear in her head, as serene and unreadable as ever, along with the tumbling thoughts of another dragon. She didn't bother reading them as she turned toward them. "Hello Stargazer, Mysteryteller." She plucked the dragonet's name out of her head as easily as a fruit off a tree. Not that she liked fruit.