#rainwing reader

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When Morrowseer returned to his cave that day, a little RainWing mimicking his pitch black scales, waited eagerly for him, teardrops of (f/c) running down their neck to tail.

They leaped to their feet as Morrowseer lands, hugging his arm in welcome. He's too big after all!

"M! Did you bring me's something not-yucky?" you asked before coughing. Since you couldn't say "Morrowseer", so you just shortened it to just "M".

He frowned. The coughing seemed to get worse every time he came back.

"Today I brought you something special," he said, reaching into the bag around his wing. In his talons were three fruits; a bundle of bananas, a pineapple, and your favorite, a couple of mangoes.

"Oh me gosh!" you practically scream, bursting into golden yellow and bright pink. "Frooooot!" You dug in, offering Morrowseer one of your mangoes.

He took it gratefully. How did you even end up like this? For a RainWing, you were the most sweetest, thoughtful, and optimistic dragon he has ever encountered. Even beings partly raised in the dreadful conditions of the Night Kingdom, you never seemed to wafer. And that made his day, everyday, to see your smile no matter how much the dragonets screwed up.

Unfortunately, it didn't seem to get better for you.

You continued to get worse each day. Your coughs became more stronger and frequent. Even when Morrowseer would hunt and gather a little more, you soon become underweight and skinny. Even your once bright colors seem to dull.

Now when he came home, you were often found curled in your small bed, breathes coming out short and wheezing.

He knew you would most likely not make it like many other NightWing dragonets born on the island. And it made his heart crack and sink into the molten lava pools.

When the island erupted, Morrowseer knew you couldn't die here, it was not the place where you would die. He immediately snatched you and took to the smoggy air.

NightWings and RainWing prisoners filled the air to escape the exploding island. You whined, eyes nervously trained on the strangers around you, but was safe within the enormous talons of Morrowseer.

The air was clogged with smoke, ash, and embers. The blackened earth beneath shook so violently, that the tremors could be felt in-air.

Everyone fled to the animus tunnel, which was guarded by those stupid dragonets of destiny of course.

Morrowseer lands, you carefully tucked in his talons, as he told the dragonets that they weren't never suppose to be real, neither was the prophecy. This angered them and they didn't allow Morrowseer through. If he couldn't get through, neither could you and you would surely die then. The giant NightWing didn't want that.

"Before I try to kill you all," he snarled. He extends his arm out, making the dragonets flinch and opening his talons to reveal a tiny RainWing, green and orange-purple dappled their wings. They looked up at Morrowseer with confusion and fear.

"Take them. It would be the only thing you worthless dragonets," he said, placing them on the ground.

"What in the world are you doing with a dragonet?!" Tsunami demands in anger and confusion.

"Just take them!" he roared. The dragonet continued to stare at Morrowseer, tears now welling up in their eyes.

Clay leaps forward and grab them back into the tunnel. They squirmed in hi grip and cried out, reaching to Morrowseer desperately.

"M!" they shrieked, coughing. "M!" They bit Clay, making him quickly let go and ran back to Morrowseer, huddled under his giant form as a protective shield.

Morrowseer actually looked pained as he frowned down at the dragonet.

"If you stay here, you'll die," he told them in his deep, teaching voice as to try and let you know the great importance of living. "You must go."

"But-but M needs to come with I!" they sobbed. The ground underneath shook violently, making even Morrowseer stumble.

The earth turned inside out with bright yellow and orange, the mountain shooting a giant cloud of smoke and flames, towering over the dragons.

Morrowseer grabbed your tiny form from underneath him and threw the RainWing dragonet to the older ones, Fatespeaker remarkably catching them.

"Their-," Morrowseer tried to shout, looking at the racing flaming smoke coming towards them fast. "Their name is (Y/n)!"

Before he was swallowed by the death hungry flames, his last thought being thankful that his little RainWing will live.

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They say you come into and out of the world kicking and screaming when your born and die. 

That was exactly what you did when you were taken from the world you once knew and was ripped from your beloved guardian. 


The female NightWing had a good grip around you as the dragonets fled through the animus tunnel. 
The shock was too overwhelming to process in your small mind at that intense moment. 

The dragonets barreled out of the tunnel and into the rainforest where it was bustling with black dragons that looked like M. It was night, making it impossible to see them. Rain poured down even through the canopy above.
An blast of intense heat and smoke whooshed out from behind you. The dragons around the tunnel shout in surprise and backed away from it. 
  "Starflight!" the NightWing that once had you shouts, dropping you on the ground and darts off somewhere. Panic overwhelmed you, little chest heaving in ragged breathes, the corners of your vision began to darken. 
Where was M? Was he alright? Did the heat kill him? What happened to your home? 

The world then went pitch black like NightWing scales. 

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It's been about half a month since the NightWing island had been destroyed. 

Still no sign of M since. 

It has been difficult for you adjusting to life in the rainforest. 
The air was clean and your breathing returned to normal, your small, still developing lungs now given time to properly heal from smoke. 
The food was much more plentiful, so much that your average weight came back. 
Your health improved, with the diagnosis that was similar to all of the NightWing’s that have now moved into the rainforest. 

Though that didn't quite mean your state of mind was too healthy. 
For the first week you nearly tore your throat as you screamed and cried out for the presence of your guardian. 
A lovely couple has since adopted you, a NightWing and RainWing, how amusing. It still didn't help though. 

Every day, you wore the same pitch black of Morrowseer's scales and your touch of (f/c) spots. And every day you would scour the tunnel for any signs of life. 
It was black and even still hot. But you would curl up at the entrance and wait until your new parents would retrieve you, only to find you gone and in the same spot the next day. 


One day, your parents didn't get you. Night quickly came and you soon became tired, your watching (e/c) eyes drooping close and soon went into a peaceful sleep. 

Tonight it did not rain, but the heat from the tunnel was more comforting than the humidity. The forest beyond sang its nightly tune of various chirps, whistles, and roars of the many creatures lurking about. 


A shadow moved amongst the trees above, the sturdy branches rustling and creaking under a weight upon them. It slithered down the bark, claws catching against the it as grips to not fall. It crept closer, feet being placed carefully to not make a sound. The shape then crouched, tail twitching to and fro, eyes trained on your small form. 


With a roar, the black jaguar sprang from its spot, claws outstretched. The roar of the giant cat jarred awoke you (as you have been a light sleeper lately), seeing the sleek black form in almost slow motion, glowing green eyes blazing in the dark. 
But there was another roar that pierced the night, this one being much more thunderous, shaking the air itself, as giant talons appeared from the shadows and slammed the jaguar down against the bark. 


You screamed. 


The big cat yowled and writhed in the grip of the talons as they curled around it and dragged it into the shadows from whence they came. There seemed to be a scuffle in the dark before it ended with crunching. You stayed low to the tunnel, unable to control the rolling tide of pale green with fear. 

A new shadow emerged, but this one you recognized as a NightWing. A NightWing you immediately recognized. 
  "M!" you cry out in glee, throwing yourself around Morrowseer's giant neck, bursting into fluorescent yellow and neon pink. You buried yourself into him, crying and sobbing into his scales. Though they felt kinda funny, not smooth and jewel hard like once before. 

Under your touch, they felt more leathery instead, most of the scales were chipped and had strange dips in them. A burn scar twisted in a jagged line along his back and under to his belly. 

It didn't matter. As long as M was really here, that's what really mattered. 


Morrowseer cooed, holding you against him. He inhaled through his damaged nostrils and sighed in relief, feeling the tension and pain in his body melt away. 
It was good to know the dragonets did something right. 
And for the first time in a very long while, Morrowseer felt happy. Genuinely happy to see his dragonet be alive after what happened, now completely healthy like the first day he met them. 

The RainWing dragonet suddenly smacked his neck, but it didn't hurt. 
  "Don't ever leaves me again, M," they said firmly, black and red swirling back onto their scales. 
  "I don't plan to," Morrowseer chuckled, though his deep voice sounded a little more raspy. He sat back on his haunches and cradled the dragonet close to his chest, his giant wings tilting forward. They snuggled into it, eyes closing with a happy smile. 
  "Can we's leave?" they ask unexpectedly. "Too many dragons in the trees." 
Morrowseer then glanced around. That was also true. Everyone thought he was dead and if he stayed in the rainforest too long, he would most definitely be spotted by other dragons and know he is alive. Maybe he should retreat to a quiet life, one where he had no more royal worries or pains, where he could grow strong again and properly raise his dragonet.


‘Yes. My dragonet.’


  "I agree, (Y/n)."

 They smiled up at him, grabbing his snout and nuzzling it with their more narrow one. 
  "Yes! Yes!" they cheered, bouncing giddily. "Let's go's!"
But to where? 
Morrowseer made up a plan quickly. First, stay low in the other tribe territories and make their way to to the Kingdom of the Sea where they could hide on one of the various islands in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. No one would find them.

“Don’t bully her!” you scold, placing her cage in a slightly shaded spot next to your hammock. Teasing red flared around your ruff.

Qibli places his wing around your shoulders, twining tails. “I’m simply fighting for a great cause.”

You quirk an eye brow, accentuating your look of “Really?” with blue around your eyes. “I cannot believe you are fighting a praying mantis for my meager attention.”

He butts his head with yours. “You are far from meager, (Y/n) dear. And I would fight one million praying mantises for your attention.”

“One million you say?” you laughed. “I don’t think there’s that many on all of Pyhrria. And I wouldn’t be so confident in your fight against them.” You lower your voice into a spooky tenor. “The females are famously known to eat off the heads of their mates after all.”

“Then there would have to be one dragon sized bug to get past. That would be one heck of a story! I’ll have Turtle write this: A handsome SandWing warrior goes into the sticky depths of the green, murky ocean known as the Insect Forest where all the bugs there are gigantic. Like, spiders as big as my head! But the warrior is on a quest to retrieve the luxurious RainWing heir from the viscous claws of a monster told be be larger than any dragon in the history of Pyhrria! It was said from rumors of the servants that the large insect had snatched them up due to their sheer gorgeous looks.”

“It kinda sounds like that story, ‘The Snow Beast and the IceWing Princess’ if I remember,” you interject. “Somewhere in the Icewing category in the library.”

“I had to get my ideas somewhere,” chides Qibli before continuing.

“Determined, the SandWing warrior fights his way through the gross jungle to a cocoon castle where the RainWing is trapped, fighting off the giant beast with his claws and fire! Alas, the warrior underestimated his enemy!”

Excited golden-yellows and blues decorated your scales in growing starburst as you listened to Qibli’s tale.

“What happens to the warrior?” you ask in anticipation. “Does he lose and get eaten?”

“What? No. There’s always a happy ending!” Qibli vowed. He continued: “Anyway, when everything seemed lost and the heroic SandWing was down by the slicing claws of the beast, the prince heard shouting from above. It was the RainWing shouting words of encouragement to him! “You can do it!” they would cry. “I believe in you!” And their words would give him the strength he needed to plunge his stinger into its heart in its chest!”

“You are aware that their hearts are in their abdomens? Their butts?” You informed, teasingly.

Your friend spluttered. “Yes.”

“So our brave hero would be stabbing its butt,” you chuckled, already having the image in your head.

“This is just a rough draft. Everything is just off the top of my head,” protested the other dragonet. “Ahem. With the behemoth defeated, the warrior scales up the nest with his talons to reach the beloved RainWing-“

“Why didn’t he just fly?”

That question earned you a talon wrapped around your snout, muzzling you.

“Because his wings were tired from fighting the giant mantis. Can I please finish my story? We are near the end.”

You nod.

Giving you a look, he concluded his story.

“He reached the nearest opening and tumbled inside, where he found them! They were practically glittering in the sunlight like gold. This was the first time the warrior had set his eyes upon the heir and was swept off his feet, seeing exactly why the Rainwing was so beloved and revered. He asked them, “Are you ready to leave this dreaded place?” But the RainWing cried, to the surprise of our protagonist. He asked again, “Why do you cry?” They told him, “Because that monster was my beloved pet that I have grown to care for during my capture.””

A roll of laughter exploded from your mouth. “This is exactly like that IceWing story!” you wheezed.

Now Qibli was flustered by the laughing RainWing still tucked under his wing. “Like a pet! The heir loved it like a pet!”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Please finish,” you cough, growing quiet again.

“And then they lived happily ever after,” he said quickly, hiding his embarrassed face with his other wing.

“Nooooo. You have to finish it properly! Pleeeeeease,” (Y/n) begged.

The SandWing looked back to you, seeing your calmer (f/c) scales.

“And then, the warrior said, “Forgive me, but I only did it for your safety.” They responded, “I shall. As a reward for your heroism, you may marry me if you wish.” The SandWing was flustered at the proposal. “I barely know you, my liege.” Then they both laughed together. “Fair enough, fair warrior,” said the RainWing. “Then we shall together return to my kingdom for a celebration and feast in your honor. Perhaps then I shall know you better.” The SandWing warrior agreed to these terms. The two dragons flew for days until they reached the more inviting forest home. The RainWing’s subjects rejoiced at their returned and as promised, celebrated brightly and had a grand meal set before them. The two exchanged looks and smiled. They felt as though they were real rulers together, side by side. The End.”

A small pause before it was filled with appraisal applause.

“I like that ending much better,” you told him. “But now you have to tell Turtle so that it can be made into a proper scroll.”

Qibli sighed dramatically. “I’m sure he can enchant the story to print onto a scroll because I don’t think I’ll remember it exactly.”

“Of course it doesn’t have to be perfect,” you say, brushing your wing against his still across your back. “I’m happy to have heard the first version. Thank you.”

The sand dragonet smiled, touching snouts against your slender snout.

Quicksand.

Quicksand is a colloid hydrogel consisting of fine granular material, and water. Quicksand forms in saturated loose sand when the sand is suddenly agitated. When water in the sand cannot escape, it creates a liquefied soil that loses strength and cannot support weight. 


So in conclusion: quicksand sucks. 


Literally. 



Mastermind can feel the liquid-like sand seep deep into his scales as it slowly swallowed him, currently at his shoulders. If he wanted to survive, Mastermind just didn't have to struggle, that was key. This was his punishment until Queen Glory has yet to give him a real punishment for kidnapping RainWings and testing upon them. It only gave him time to think about what he had done and feel guilty about it. It also was what his son wanted. At least he’s wiser than he was about his actions. 

  "Hey." There was a voice above.

A RainWing appeared in shimmering (f/c) with a blow dart in their talons. "You kinda look like a very dark log in the mud." 
That was... random.

Then the RainWing kept talking. 
  "Do you like the weather? I really do! The clouds are so pretty and it sometimes brings the skylight." 
Mastermind moved his talons through the gooey substance, grasping at a tree root in his makeshift prison to stay up near the edge.
  "What is this skylight?" he asked, curious of the name. 
  "Well, it happens when the dark clouds come. Sometimes with rain and loud roars from the sky," the RainWing said, letting dark storm clouds of grey-blue spill over their scales in a sort of demonstration. Suddenly, a blue-white stripe streaked across the darkness of their exaggerated wings, before setting back to its shade of stormy dark grey-blue. "It's like a really fast white light that you can see if you don't blink. Trust me, it's the only way to see it. It's really cool to watch, until it lights a tree on fire." 
  "This skylight. Don't you mean lightning?" Mastermind inquired. 
  "Nah," the RainWing dismissed him. "I like the name skylight better."
He didn't know why, but Mastermind felt slightly hesitate (perhaps embarrassed) to ask in his scientific curiosity. 
  "How much do you know about storms?" 
  "A lot!" they exclaimed. Their head then snapped up to the canopy, ears and tongue flicking. Then, the mysterious RainWing guard vanished. 
  'That was rude,' thought Mastermind as he squinted into the green curtain above. 'Leaving in the middle of a conversation.' 
A pile of palm frond leaves then fell beside him, where the stormy RainWing materialized out of seemingly no where. No matter how much studying or observing Mastermind had done, he could never seem to cease to be amazed at the transition of the various greens that made perfect camouflage disappear be eaten away by eye catching dark grey-blue they once before. It really did stand out compared to the other, very bright Rainwings. It made them seem... more elegant in a way. Fierce yet elegant. Which seemed to be the perfect definition for the RainWing tribe. 
  "Anyway," the RainWing began to talk again, this time beginning to work with the slim leaves of the palm fronds into a pattern with their talons. "It rains different, ya know. Sometimes it doesn't actually fall from the sky (that is fog). Most of the time it does rain here, but depending on the season the rainforest can get different amounts of rainfall."

Mastermind was completely blown away. This RainWing was having a very intelligent conversation with him.

"Are you enjoying my company? You haven't said too much, so you're a good listener!" 
 Mastermind stuttered. "I do indeed find it interesting to listen to your fascination of storms," he said. 
  "That's nice," said the RainWing, glancing over at him from their weaving. "The other RainWings say I sound too smart and they usually aren't able to follow with me and get bored." 
  "Well, I am not too familiar with weather sciences," Mastermind told them. "But I am a scientist." The only weather that went on the Nightwing island was the dark overcast of volcanic smoke overhead and an occasional acid-like rain. Then again, it was Mastermind's job to monitor the volcanoes themselves and not the weather, which sounded kinda silly. 
  "It's pretty cool, I guess," the RainWing said. "It helps to know when it's going to rain and how much. And when the skylight hits the ground, then we can clear out certain areas so that a fire doesn't spread. And to help explain to the dragonets when they hear the cloud dragons roar so that they're not too scared of it." 
All of that was rather thoughtful and creative of the RainWing, Mastermind thought. He really did take their intelligence for granted. 

Later when Starflight went missing and it was time to invade the NightWing island of death, you volunteered for the assault. Unfortunately you did not undergo the rigorous dart training some of the better shots of the tribe underwent and was not allowed to go. So you anxiously awaited the arrival of your NightWing friend.

It turned out that after the NightWing island exploded, Starflight went nearly blind. Nearly. However he could not see too great, only moving blobs of dragons and ultimately decided to be blind and cover his useless eyes. Though it was a devastating blow for his friends, they quickly adapted to this predicament.

You dropped in to visit your friend. From the canopy above. Scaring the poor NightWing. He jumped with a shout of alarm, starry wings flaring. It was a little odd to not see Fatespeaker by his side. Perhaps she was off doing something else.

“I’m so so sorry, Starflight!” you frantically apologized with a burst of green, light blue, and freckles of light pink dotting your wings.

“It’s alright,” he assures, grasping at his chest. “What are you doing here?”

“To see you of course,” you brushed your wing against his, a light pink-rose coloring growing upon them.

“Ha. Ha,” Starflight fake laughed.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to offend you!” you stutter another apology.

Starflight nudged you with his elbow as he gave a light chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you,” he said.

“Oh. Good,” you say in return, though the nervous pale green and browns nearly made you melt into the trees, which you kinda wanted to do to get away from that horrible moment.

There was a pause as you two just sat there, listening to the growing roar of the forest as the sun went down and cool night settled upon the rainforest as it came alive. You could barely make out Starflight from the growing dark shadows.

“Why don’t we go into the hut? It’s getting awfully late,” you suggest, putting a talon on his arm. He nearly flinched away from the touch but wordlessly allowed you to guide him to his hut and hammock. Moonlight beamed from the skylight above, providing grey light to show your way around. As you managed to balance Starflight into his hammock and bidding him good night, his talons wrapped around your wrist.

“Hold on (Y/n). I just want to see something first,” he said, voice nearly frightened and begging. He began to undo his face bandages and revealed his eyes. The black scales around his eyes were now grey with burn scars. Starflight’s eyes, which were once a deep forest green were now faded and milky, looking like jade stones now. You sat there patiently as his talons clumsily reached out to you, which you aided him by meeting his talons with yours and placing them upon your face. They gently examined it, Starflight’s face scrunching in concentration as his the undersides of his talons traced your smooth features.

“I can still see you,” he explains. “But everything is very fuzzy. Feeling your face helps me remember it.”

“Shouldn’t you be saying this to Fatespeaker?” you ask. That stung a tiny bit. It was pretty obvious that the false dragonet of prophecy had some kind of infatuation for him, having came along with him after the volcanic island exploded. Even if it didn’t seem as though he reciprocated himself, you still didn’t enjoy seeing the (one-sided) pining between them.

Starflight pauses. “No.” He placed his forehead to yours, sighing softly. “I like your face better.”

It was your turn to chuckle. “Thanks. I like your face too.”

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Vision therapy.

That’s what you call it anyway. A little session you engage Starflight in every now and then to strengthen his poor vision so he could at least see some objects with better clarity. The milkiness of his jade-like eyes were a permanent feature along with his scars it seemed.

At first Starflight thought it was silly, squinting hard to make out the simplest guava in your talon at a mild distance. Even sillier was the suggestion of eating lots of carrots to improve his eyesight like many tales say, despite Starflight constantly trying to tell (Y/n) that it was actually just dragoness tales so that dragonets could get their dragonets to eat some vegetables. He only ate them when they watched.

To say the NightWing dragonet was surprised the next month to actually see the focused shape of a melon, although that is only possible if he really looked hard enough and still the background was extremely fuzzy then. (Y/n) then graduated Starflight up from objects to dragons next. They used their skill of mimicry to be a tribe member of each tribe: SandWing, SkyWing, SeaWing, etc. Then gradually upgraded to random dragon he knew, like his siblings; Clay, Tsunami, Sunny, Glory; Fatespeaker, Webs, or descriptions of dragons (given by the other dragonets).

He really did appreciate that (Y/n) was doing this for him. His fellow dragonets of destiny were too busy setting up their new school to give Starflight many visits anymore, even Fatespeaker was bustling along with them. Thankfully, once again did (Y/n) take the task of caring for him. It almost made Starflight feel embarrassingly useless. He obviously had to do something for them in return.

“Who am I?” (Y/n) shouts, at least a wing length away from where he sat on a boulder trying to peacefully read.

Starflight looks up and squints. “Queen Coral? Or Tsunami. That’s unfair! They have the same shade of blue scales.”

“Alright alright, you’re right. I’m being unfair,” they disclosed, stepping closer.

“Tamarin has been telling me some tricks of the blind trade,” he tells you. His talons brushed over the raised bumps on his scroll. Obviously his sight isn’t strong enough to see the small print (they only look like squiggles to Starflight).

“But you’re not blind,” you retort. “I’m trying to unblind you after all! And it’s working.”

He chuckled. “I’m now “hard of sight” technically. Meaning not fully blind nor have capable sight.”

You brushed your wing against his, appearing as a long yellow figure next to him where you lay. Your own talons touch the textured scroll. For fun, you’d learned along with Starflight to read the bumps in case one day you mysteriously and suddenly gone blind yourself.

Sometimes both of your talons would brush against each other before skittering to their respective sides of the parchment. Boldly, Starflight gently grasped your talons once they interacted again. He was flustered. You took it more as a challenge than a sign of deep set affection.

“Oh ho,” you muse, an obviously grin in your voice as you shed your yellow scales for lavender. “Today’s segment has changed hasn’t it?”

Starflight was terrified by the tone of your suggestive voice.

“What?” he squeaked.

Your talons wrapped around his wrist. “Into self defense?!” You cried before standing quickly, slinging Starflight up with you. The NightWing yelped in surprise as he was dragged down from his rock to stumble onto his feet before (Y/n)’s grasp let go and he lost sight of them.

“A big bad, let’s say: SeaWing since we were on the topic, attacked you.” The RainWing must have made a stealthy retreat into the trees as their voice echoed around Starflight and he could’ve pinpoint it on a single location.

A blue blob appeared in front of Starflight, making “intimidating” roaring sounds, wings flared to appear large.

“I’m a SeaWing and I don’t like your scroll!” growled the “intruder”. (Y/n) stomped forward, making their hard footfalls obvious.

Starflight tried to frantically remember his training cave training with Kestrel.

“Use your fire!” “Strike out!” His guardian would shout. Not wanting to actually harm his friend, Starflight chose the latter, swiping his talons out in front of him in wipe reaches as the “SeaWing” drew closer.

“Grrr. You can’t touch me all the way over here! Muhahaha!” they taunted but nonetheless stomped forward. Starflight was sure they could reach out and grab him if they wanted to. His mind spun, trying to determine their true distance.

“Spin!” he shouts before moving his feet to spin his body into a black blur.

It worked. The odd distraction caused (Y/n) to stop and stare in confusion.

Starflight punched out his starry wings, hitting something with them as he felt the bodily pressure on his left wing and then it wasn’t there. There was a grunt and a thump.

“(Y/n)?” Starflight called nervously. “Did I actually hit you? Oh moons, I’m so sorry!” He shuffled his way to the blue shape. But the blue shape wasn’t blue anymore, it was bright gold and pink.

(Y/n) was laughing.

“That was fantastic!” you cheered, getting up.

Starflight reaches out his talons and carefully felt their long face. He can feel their amused smile with his thumbs. Just as it was before. Every scale was there with no scrapes. Now that he is close enough, Starflight can see the (e/c) of their eyes. It’s been a really long time since he’s seen them.

The NightWing breathed a sigh of relief.

“I think that’s enough excitement for today,” he concluded, letting go and began the trek to their caves.

“Need help?” offered (Y/n).

“I got it,” Starflight called back, before tripping over a talon sized rock.

This took him all night, a couple candles, a steady quill armed talon, and a lot of squinting but Starflight prevailed as he wrote onto the paper.

Breakfast was caught and eaten as the dragonets conversed about the days plans.

“So how’s the eye training going for you Starflight?” asked Tsunami, waving her wing in front of his face.

“Very funny,” he drawled as he still had his bandages on. He was giving his poor eyes a break from last night’s tenuous straining and thought it was too early to use them anyway.

“So when does (Y/n) get to live with us?” Sunny asked in turn. Starflight nearly spat out his rabbit. “They’ve been here so many times for so long, they might as well live here after all. And don’t you think it’s tiring flying all the way from the Rain Forest Kingdom to the Jade Mountain?”

The NightWing ing has thought of that, wondering just how long it takes for (Y/n) to travel the long journey to teach Starflight.

“I wouldn’t mind,” piped in Clay, muffled with food. “They bring fruit!”

“(Y/n)’s is part of our family, right?” Fatespeaker says. She’s also been living among the dragonets, with Stonemover still in his cave somewhere.

“I can’t wait to see Starflight’s face when (Y/n) proposes to him!” The SeaWing princess belted with laughter.

Starflight flushed at the thought, even if their relationship seemed quite early. They haven’t even dated yet and here was Tsunami already talking about a wedding!

“We’re just friends right now,” he confirmed calmly.

The breakfast table erupted burst into glee and laughter.

“Right now?! Is that a suggestion?” Tsunami crowed.

Clay sung. “Starflight and (Y/n) kissing in a tree! K-e-z...” He lost track from there.

“I think you two would make a great couple,” gushed Sunny.

Fatespeaker laughed, although forcefully.

The male NightWing felt as though his ears were going to turn to smoke.

“Alright! Shut up!” he shouts above them. “I really do like (Y/n) but I don’t think they’re ready for a relationship.”

They mellowed down for Starflight to sit in contemplation silence. “Not right now but maybe later. I don’t know, it’s up to them.”

“Is today an “eye therapy” day anyway?” questioned Fatespeaker, changing the subject.

He tells her, “No. Why?”

“Because here they come. Oh, with Glory too!”

Calm self? What’s that? Out the window, that’s what.

Starflight scrambles into a “cool” position, his scroll ready under his wing.

Everyone greets their guest enthusiastically, the dragonets welcoming their RainWing queen sib and (Y/n) with open wings. They all caught up to speed with past and current events, taking at least the late afternoon to settle into comfortable silence.

“Can I steal (Y/n) for a moment?” Starflight asked Glory. (Y/n) was busy petting and cooing to her sloth Silver.

Glory smiled. Never a real good thing when she did.

“Of course I’ll let you,” she said. “They’re your partner after all. But wait, they’re also my subject so I must know why.”

Starflight sighed hard. “Really?”

“Yes,” she purred, relaxing into yellow.

“To ask if they will officially date me,” he begrudgingly said between his teeth.

“Ha! By order of the Queen I deny access to my loyal subject,” she announced.

The NightWing squawked. “What?!”

“I’m just kidding!” Glory flicked him with her tail. “I don’t get to mess with you so I’m making up for it.”

Starflight took off his bandages, glaring at her. “Hold my bandages.” He shoved them into her talons before marching off, hearing Glory snort.

Starflight can see the radiant glow of (Y/n) gold and (f/c) scales, the silvery thing on their neck being the sloth.

He cleared his throat. “Ahem. (Y/n),” he regarded.

“Hey Starflight,” they greet. “What’s up?”

They maneuver the sloth with their talons to adeptly remove it from their lithe neck and onto the ground. It mumbled noises to itself before crawling in Glory’s direction.

“Just come with me for a moment I want to show you something,” Starflight tells them.

(Y/n) bounds on their toes, ready to go. “Alright. Where to?”

With help from his RainWing aid, Starflight managed to land pretty decently on the rock high on the mountain. (Y/n) lands more cleanly of course. They gaze out to the horizon where the sun is beginning to set among the Claws of Clouds Mountains that surrounded the Sky Kingdom. Two moons hung in the sky not too far east as they were too eager to show themselves earlier before the sun could fully set.

Starflight pulls out his scroll and gives it to (Y/n).

“This will explain everything,” he states, pale green eyes fixed on the setting sun which was a blurry circle of white and pale yellow. “You can read it out loud if you want to. It’s optional.”

You quirked a brow and scanning over the letter with a growing smile.

“Dear (Y/n), you Starflight of the NightWings wrote with your own talon,” you declare. “The first words that come into my head when I think of you are brilliant and creative. I am so lucky to have seen your imitations before and after my sight has left me. But your amazing face will always be in my mind no matter how much I do or do not see. You are extremely patient with me and push my mind to teach itself how to see again.

And even if I did would have lost my sight forever, I would always have your voice there telling me funny stories as well as fantastic tales and history of the rainforest and I would never grow tired of your voice or contagious laughter.

(Y/n), I am so grateful to have you as my friend and mentor. I’ve grown to love you past professional standards, more than a friend, more than a best friend. When I say I love you, I love you. Waiting for your visits always make me giddy with excitement to see you again, even if you’re a blob.” You laugh softly. Starflight grimaced.

“And I wish to perhaps go a step or two further with our relationship. If that’s alright with you. If you’re not ready then I completely understand and will not bother you with the intent again. But I really do hope you take it into consideration that you say yes. I love you, (Y/n). Signed, Starflight.”

Both dragons stared at each other. Sharp (e/c) and faded green.

“I’d ask you myself: what took you so long?” you exclaimed, throwing your wings around him. “I’ve had a major crush on you since we’ve met.”

He startled. “R-really?”

“Yes, you blind fool,” jest you. You touched snouts with his. Starflight gave a little laugh.

“I’m really happy right now,” he says. “Like you know how in some scrolls they say that their dizzy with glee? That’s me right now.”

You also laugh. “Starflight I feel the same way. Who wouldn’t love a super smart, shy, sweet, (and I can go on,) NightWing with such handsome features? A crazy dragon.”

He thought back ruefully to Sunny, how she viewed him entirely as a brother. That’s what he was afraid of now and then (Y/n) would do: regret him. But love cannot simply stop being felt if you’re in love so Starflight finally followed his gut feeling and here’s where it ended him up. Right where he wanted with his beloved in their affectionate embrace as they held each other’s talons with a romantic sunset as their background.