That night, the trio of dragons were punished…
The dragons had successfully escaped the queen and returned to their clan in the Starwood strand, reporting their discovery and the loot they took in the panic. They did not mention the angered queen or Ranna.
Inside the burrow like den of the clan, Aries was talking with a young skydancer in alchemical attire, with a fae atop her shoulder.
“And in all that chaos, no one got hurt?” Fairlith, the skydancer, asked, her pastel lavender eyes eyeing the wildclaw suspiciously. As part of the medical team in the clan, she was naturally suspicious of any claims of no injury.
“Absolutely none.” Aries answered, and he was about to explain more when another skydancer suddenly burst in, looking alarmed and panicked.
“What’s gotten into you?” Fairlith asked the new skydancer. She knew her as Tessarin, who was part of the defense line of the clan, acting from the shadows instead of the front lines.
“We need everyone out there, the defenses were bleached.” Tessarin explained in panic. “There was this horde of dragons, and they bit the dragons in charge of defending us… and now they’re dead? Or something! They were still moving, but I had to get here quickly to warn everyone so I didn’t get to see what happened to them-“
There was a loud stomping noise coming from outside. The dragons within the clan emerged from the burrow and was met with a dragon they had never seen before, an army behind them.
But a trio of dragons did recognize the dragon leading them.
The queen. Beside her was a familiar pearlcatcher, but in completely different attire.
“Oh hello there, we meet again.” The first head said, looking down at all the confused dragons below. “A good queen keeps their promise don’t they? We’re here to punish three disrespectful dragons.”
