Ena x Wof: On The Road Again (Some Writing)
Polyp slowly put her wing down and assessed the situation. "Meteorite was probably freak out, right? Right? But still, she shouldn't just burn folks." Polyp thought.
Prince Phindoll got up, "So... you just kept a fugitive...?"
Polyp jolted, "W-well I just...I just...UH! I couldn't just leave her! Queen Scarlett 2 is all she had!"
Prince Phindoll was surprisingly chill. "Ohhhh! Okay, well...my bad. Also, is her throat okay?"
Polyp looked up, "What? Also, aren't you mad? She tried to hurt you!?"
Phindoll laughed, "Ha! No, like I said, my mom tried to put me into the Hybrid Filth event, and lots of dragons try to scorch me, so it's...causal."
Polyp just nodded and let him continue.
"So, back to her throat. She might wanna get that checked out. Her "fire breath" isn't normal since she's half icewing and would also breathe ice her throat is probably scarred from her fire, turning the ice to burning water with some crystals and hurting her throat."
Polyp blinked, Phindoll actually had a good theory.
"Wow, how'd you know that?"
Phindoll laughed again, "Dragon Anatomy Class! Anyway, wanna get to class, and I'll come back and help you clean, I guess!"
Polyp blinked again, "You're gonna help me?"
Phindoll nodded, "Sure! Racism is a vibe killer. C'mon, let's go!"