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Cyprus slunk through the tall grass, painfully aware of just how much he stood out in this environment.
As one of the very few times he'd left the Poison Jungle in his entire life, this was all bizzarre to him. There was dry, brown grass everywhere, hardly any trees, and so. Much. FREAKING. SUN. It looked brighter than a trillion fireflies out here. The dragon was certain that his pupils were contracted to the max.
But apparently, for the mission's sake, he needed to talk to other dragons. Ugh.
Hivewings, at that. Double ugh.
He wondered how civilized they really were. I mean, sure, the hives were kind of impressive and all that, but like- the Leafwing shook his head. He'd heard stories. Way too many stories.
There was Yellowjacket Hive now. Or so he figured anyway. Memorizing names wasn't exactly his strong suit.
"Welp, I guess we go in blind." He muttered to himself.
The young dragon really didn't have any idea what to expect.
Cyprus approached one of the openings to the hive. He was starting to see dragons bustling around inside, walking and flying around, taking care of business, talking to each other.
"It's just... open? No guards or protocols or anything?"
He studied the entrance for a second before shrugging to himself. Everything seemed ok. Wondering if they would give any reaction to a random Leafwing just casually waltzing in, he cautiously walked inside the hive.
Cyprus looked up and around. Whoah. This was NUTS.
Cicada had been stressing all morning about her plan.
Today was the day.
She’s spent the better part of her morning jumping at every odd sound, as well as packing and re-packing a satchel she’d taken to use for her journey. It had a couple small books in it—borrowed from the library—as well as food, snacks, and a bandage she’d “borrowed” from the medical den in the hive. Aside from the essentials, the HiveWing couldn’t help looking at random household items and wondering if they would be of use in the jungle.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine!” She told herself, flying down toward the base of the hive as working dragons flew around her, filling the place with a familiar buzzing hum of activity.
She landed near the hive’s storage rooms. They were loosely guarded, but Cicada hoped she wouldn’t be spotted and questioned. It wasn’t quite easy to “blend in” with scales as dark brown as hers.
She cautiously peered around a treestuff pillar; meticulously carved with grooves as to resemble the trunk of a tree. A yellow-and-black scaled guard stood several tail-lengths away, his expression that of boredom. “I’d be too,” Cicada whispered with an eyebrow raised, thankful she didn’t have to do that useless job.
She waited until the guard turned in the opposite direction before stealing into the unlocked room, absently leaving the door partially open. Was there anything in here she needed? She poked through the barrels and containers as she moved to the back of the dark, quiet room, wondering if this was what a mouse felt like when hunting for cheese.
The Leafwing took a few more steps forward, acquainting himself visually with his surroundings. Nobody bothered him or stopped to question what he was doing, or anything like that. In fact, it didn't seem like anybody noticed or cared that he was there at all.
Normally this situation would've delighted Cyprus. But of course, this was the one time he actually had to TALK to other dragons. He dragged a talon down his face wearily and sighed as he looked down at the amulet in his talons; weird wasp, shiny gold, strange symbols and all. Who could tell him anything about this? This was a stupid idea.
He shook his head. "Nope, this is dumb, this is a dumb idea, I don't know what I'm doing, nobody here looks helpful-- you know what, I'm just gonna leave."
Just as he was about to whirl around and walk out, his facial expression suddenly changed.
Well this was embarrassing.
He hesitantly approached a lone Hivewing who held a spear in his talons and probably the most bored expression on planet Earth on his face. He appeared to be supervising something or other, the Leafwing couldn't exactly tell what.
Cyprus cleared his throat. "Uhm, 'scuse me... could you tell me where the bathroom is?" He asked sheepishly.
*UGH. Stupid stupid stupid. You're supposed to be CONFIDENT around these dragons.*
The Hivewing looked up disinterestedly but his expression lightened in a somewhat friendly manner. "Oh hey. Sure. That'll be the third hallway around rightwise, 6th door on your left."
"Uh—ok thanks." The Leafwing said hastily. He almost turned around to ask about the amulet, but decided against it. Man, he hated talking to strangers.
*Okay, so that was... third hallway? Right? Yeah. Seven doors? Or did he say six? Aw heck, let's go with six.*
Cyprus confidently strolled up to the sixth door and opened the one on the right.
Slipping inside, his eyes adjusted to the slightly dimmer interior.
Hold up. This wasn't the bathroom.
It was kind of an interesting room though.
"Huh, wonder what's in all these boxes." He mumbled to himself.
Prying one open, it revealed several rolls of the smoothest, whitest Silkwing silk he'd ever seen. "Ooooh, fancy." He muttered, absentmindedly slipping a roll into his satchel. What could he say, silk was handy stuff.
Cicada heard talonsteps approach the room and quickly crouched behind a tall stack of crates to hide.
Please pass, please pass, please pass.. she thought in a rush, but the dragon stopped in front of the door and pushed their way through the door.
Great.
She cautiously peeked around the crate, but was surprised to see it wasn’t the HiveWing guard. Instead, it was a LeafWing.
He bore a confused expression on his face as he peered around the room; obviously lost.
Curious, Cicada took a step away from the crates, studying the green dragon as he opened a container, muttering to himself. His scales were a more muted, but nevertheless vibrant green that blended into the perfect camouflage with some darker green and brown stripes. Brown scales were scattered down his sides, and he too had a leather satchel slung around his neck.
The LeafWing picked up one of the smaller rolls of white silk and tucked it smoothly into the bag.
Cicada raised her eyebrows. Was he stealing? Or was he allowed to take the silk? It wasn’t the thicker kind they used on the bridges, but it was valuable nonetheless.
Ever so quietly, she crept up behind the green dragon and cocked her head into his peripheral view.
“What are you doing?”
Cyprus jumped at the sound of her voice, whirling around and instinctively unsheathing his dagger.
He stood there for a moment, too shell-shocked to say anything.
"I- uh—nothing." He spluttered, trying to calm his racing heart rate down. "Um- What are YOU doing here?" he fired back, trying to take a little more control of the situation but not really making a whole lot of sense.
Cicada’s eyes gleamed at his fright, and she glanced down in surprise at his hastily unsheathed blade.
Yikes.
Maybe no more scaring LeafWings.
“What am I doing here?” She asked with an incredulous expression on her face. “I LIVE here.”
Starting to regain his cool, Cyprus took a deep breath and put away his knife. No immediate threat here. Probably.
"In this room full 'a boxes." he said in a skeptical tone and raised an eyebrow. He knew full well what she meant but couldn't help from making the joke anyway.
“How do you know I’m not just an inspector or something?”
"By the fact that you had to phrase that question the way you did." He said, keeping as straight a face as possible, narrowing his eyes coldly to hide the fact that they were twinkling.
Cicada rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what? You have less of a reason to be in here than me.”
"Well, I-"
A hundred lies passed through the Leafwing's mind.
He sighed. "I was wondering if anybody around here... knew anything about this."
He pulled the wasp amulet out of his satchel and held it out to the Hivewing.
After all this was why he was here, and he figured he might as well spill it to this dragon as he was already stuck talking to her.
“In here?” Cicada asked with a snort.
"Well—this was kinda an accident." Cyprus retorted.
Still, she squinted at the thing. The wasp in the amber was bigger than the normal ones she’d seen, but still unsettled her how similar it looked to a HiveWing.
Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she stared at the amulet.
“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, eyes darting to look at the LeafWing with shock.
The Leafwing tensed and almost jumped again. "What?" He hissed.
The dark-scaled HiveWing paused for a moment, staring into his eyes.
“I have no idea what that is.”
She burst out into laughter.
"Phsht—b-but—I-" He stammered helplessly, stunned yet again.
"WHAT is WRONG WITH YOU??" The dragon snapped, completely caught off-guard and just a little angry at the fact that the humor of this situation was well-nigh impossible to ignore.
Cicada giggled at his reaction, then clapped a talon over her mouth and waved the other in the LeafWing’s face.
“Shhh, we’re gonna get caught,” she warned with a grin, glancing towards the doorway.
Cyprus snorted, but took care to do it a little more quietly. "Well you're just a barrel of laughs, aren't ya." He scowled, trying his hardest not to laugh in response (which he was pretty close to doing).
The Leafwing huffed a frustrated sigh. "Know anybody who would be helpful about this?" He asked, still attempting to salvage his dignity.
Cicada, still grinning, shrugged. “I don’t know, a jeweler? Why, is like your long-lost grandmother’s necklace?”
Despite his best efforts, a very small smile cracked the Leafwing's composure. This dragon was definitely weird, but he had to admit it, she was kinda funny. Definitely no Metalmark, that was for sure.
*Hmm. Maybe some Hivewings do have personalities and souls.
Probably not the majority though.* His face settled back down into its smooth, calm "mask" setting.
"Probably not." He grunted. "Or at least-" Ironwood's significantly disturbed face flashed through his mind. "I hope not."
"Jeweler huh? Where could I find one of those?"
“Uhhh..” Cicada let her eyes drift away from the green dragon and rubbed the back of her neck as she thought for a moment.
“I ThInK there one here?” Uncertainty wrote itself on her face.
“There’s definitely one in Jewel Hive at the Glitterbazar.”
The Leafwing sighed again and internally shook his head. This was a waste of time. This random Hivewing obviously didn't know enough to be helpful in any practical way.
"Ok cool." He replied, moving to leave. "I'll... go check that out I guess."
“Sure thing.”
Time’s a-wasting!
She took a step back to let him leave first. “Good luck finding out about your grandma’s necklace.” She smirked.
Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered.
Slipping out the door he came in to, The Leafwing closed it soundlessly behind him.
As one of the very few times he'd left the Poison Jungle in his entire life, this was all bizzarre to him. There was dry, brown grass everywhere, hardly any trees, and so. Much. FREAKING. SUN. It looked brighter than a trillion fireflies out here. The dragon was certain that his pupils were contracted to the max.
But apparently, for the mission's sake, he needed to talk to other dragons. Ugh.
Hivewings, at that. Double ugh.
He wondered how civilized they really were. I mean, sure, the hives were kind of impressive and all that, but like- the Leafwing shook his head. He'd heard stories. Way too many stories.
There was Yellowjacket Hive now. Or so he figured anyway. Memorizing names wasn't exactly his strong suit.
"Welp, I guess we go in blind." He muttered to himself.
The young dragon really didn't have any idea what to expect.
Cyprus approached one of the openings to the hive. He was starting to see dragons bustling around inside, walking and flying around, taking care of business, talking to each other.
"It's just... open? No guards or protocols or anything?"
He studied the entrance for a second before shrugging to himself. Everything seemed ok. Wondering if they would give any reaction to a random Leafwing just casually waltzing in, he cautiously walked inside the hive.
Cyprus looked up and around. Whoah. This was NUTS.
Cicada had been stressing all morning about her plan.
Today was the day.
She’s spent the better part of her morning jumping at every odd sound, as well as packing and re-packing a satchel she’d taken to use for her journey. It had a couple small books in it—borrowed from the library—as well as food, snacks, and a bandage she’d “borrowed” from the medical den in the hive. Aside from the essentials, the HiveWing couldn’t help looking at random household items and wondering if they would be of use in the jungle.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll be fine!” She told herself, flying down toward the base of the hive as working dragons flew around her, filling the place with a familiar buzzing hum of activity.
She landed near the hive’s storage rooms. They were loosely guarded, but Cicada hoped she wouldn’t be spotted and questioned. It wasn’t quite easy to “blend in” with scales as dark brown as hers.
She cautiously peered around a treestuff pillar; meticulously carved with grooves as to resemble the trunk of a tree. A yellow-and-black scaled guard stood several tail-lengths away, his expression that of boredom. “I’d be too,” Cicada whispered with an eyebrow raised, thankful she didn’t have to do that useless job.
She waited until the guard turned in the opposite direction before stealing into the unlocked room, absently leaving the door partially open. Was there anything in here she needed? She poked through the barrels and containers as she moved to the back of the dark, quiet room, wondering if this was what a mouse felt like when hunting for cheese.
The Leafwing took a few more steps forward, acquainting himself visually with his surroundings. Nobody bothered him or stopped to question what he was doing, or anything like that. In fact, it didn't seem like anybody noticed or cared that he was there at all.
Normally this situation would've delighted Cyprus. But of course, this was the one time he actually had to TALK to other dragons. He dragged a talon down his face wearily and sighed as he looked down at the amulet in his talons; weird wasp, shiny gold, strange symbols and all. Who could tell him anything about this? This was a stupid idea.
He shook his head. "Nope, this is dumb, this is a dumb idea, I don't know what I'm doing, nobody here looks helpful-- you know what, I'm just gonna leave."
Just as he was about to whirl around and walk out, his facial expression suddenly changed.
Well this was embarrassing.
He hesitantly approached a lone Hivewing who held a spear in his talons and probably the most bored expression on planet Earth on his face. He appeared to be supervising something or other, the Leafwing couldn't exactly tell what.
Cyprus cleared his throat. "Uhm, 'scuse me... could you tell me where the bathroom is?" He asked sheepishly.
*UGH. Stupid stupid stupid. You're supposed to be CONFIDENT around these dragons.*
The Hivewing looked up disinterestedly but his expression lightened in a somewhat friendly manner. "Oh hey. Sure. That'll be the third hallway around rightwise, 6th door on your left."
"Uh—ok thanks." The Leafwing said hastily. He almost turned around to ask about the amulet, but decided against it. Man, he hated talking to strangers.
*Okay, so that was... third hallway? Right? Yeah. Seven doors? Or did he say six? Aw heck, let's go with six.*
Cyprus confidently strolled up to the sixth door and opened the one on the right.
Slipping inside, his eyes adjusted to the slightly dimmer interior.
Hold up. This wasn't the bathroom.
It was kind of an interesting room though.
"Huh, wonder what's in all these boxes." He mumbled to himself.
Prying one open, it revealed several rolls of the smoothest, whitest Silkwing silk he'd ever seen. "Ooooh, fancy." He muttered, absentmindedly slipping a roll into his satchel. What could he say, silk was handy stuff.
Cicada heard talonsteps approach the room and quickly crouched behind a tall stack of crates to hide.
Please pass, please pass, please pass.. she thought in a rush, but the dragon stopped in front of the door and pushed their way through the door.
Great.
She cautiously peeked around the crate, but was surprised to see it wasn’t the HiveWing guard. Instead, it was a LeafWing.
He bore a confused expression on his face as he peered around the room; obviously lost.
Curious, Cicada took a step away from the crates, studying the green dragon as he opened a container, muttering to himself. His scales were a more muted, but nevertheless vibrant green that blended into the perfect camouflage with some darker green and brown stripes. Brown scales were scattered down his sides, and he too had a leather satchel slung around his neck.
The LeafWing picked up one of the smaller rolls of white silk and tucked it smoothly into the bag.
Cicada raised her eyebrows. Was he stealing? Or was he allowed to take the silk? It wasn’t the thicker kind they used on the bridges, but it was valuable nonetheless.
Ever so quietly, she crept up behind the green dragon and cocked her head into his peripheral view.
“What are you doing?”
Cyprus jumped at the sound of her voice, whirling around and instinctively unsheathing his dagger.
He stood there for a moment, too shell-shocked to say anything.
"I- uh—nothing." He spluttered, trying to calm his racing heart rate down. "Um- What are YOU doing here?" he fired back, trying to take a little more control of the situation but not really making a whole lot of sense.
Cicada’s eyes gleamed at his fright, and she glanced down in surprise at his hastily unsheathed blade.
Yikes.
Maybe no more scaring LeafWings.
“What am I doing here?” She asked with an incredulous expression on her face. “I LIVE here.”
Starting to regain his cool, Cyprus took a deep breath and put away his knife. No immediate threat here. Probably.
"In this room full 'a boxes." he said in a skeptical tone and raised an eyebrow. He knew full well what she meant but couldn't help from making the joke anyway.
“How do you know I’m not just an inspector or something?”
"By the fact that you had to phrase that question the way you did." He said, keeping as straight a face as possible, narrowing his eyes coldly to hide the fact that they were twinkling.
Cicada rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what? You have less of a reason to be in here than me.”
"Well, I-"
A hundred lies passed through the Leafwing's mind.
He sighed. "I was wondering if anybody around here... knew anything about this."
He pulled the wasp amulet out of his satchel and held it out to the Hivewing.
After all this was why he was here, and he figured he might as well spill it to this dragon as he was already stuck talking to her.
“In here?” Cicada asked with a snort.
"Well—this was kinda an accident." Cyprus retorted.
Still, she squinted at the thing. The wasp in the amber was bigger than the normal ones she’d seen, but still unsettled her how similar it looked to a HiveWing.
Her eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped as she stared at the amulet.
“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, eyes darting to look at the LeafWing with shock.
The Leafwing tensed and almost jumped again. "What?" He hissed.
The dark-scaled HiveWing paused for a moment, staring into his eyes.
“I have no idea what that is.”
She burst out into laughter.
"Phsht—b-but—I-" He stammered helplessly, stunned yet again.
"WHAT is WRONG WITH YOU??" The dragon snapped, completely caught off-guard and just a little angry at the fact that the humor of this situation was well-nigh impossible to ignore.
Cicada giggled at his reaction, then clapped a talon over her mouth and waved the other in the LeafWing’s face.
“Shhh, we’re gonna get caught,” she warned with a grin, glancing towards the doorway.
Cyprus snorted, but took care to do it a little more quietly. "Well you're just a barrel of laughs, aren't ya." He scowled, trying his hardest not to laugh in response (which he was pretty close to doing).
The Leafwing huffed a frustrated sigh. "Know anybody who would be helpful about this?" He asked, still attempting to salvage his dignity.
Cicada, still grinning, shrugged. “I don’t know, a jeweler? Why, is like your long-lost grandmother’s necklace?”
Despite his best efforts, a very small smile cracked the Leafwing's composure. This dragon was definitely weird, but he had to admit it, she was kinda funny. Definitely no Metalmark, that was for sure.
*Hmm. Maybe some Hivewings do have personalities and souls.
Probably not the majority though.* His face settled back down into its smooth, calm "mask" setting.
"Probably not." He grunted. "Or at least-" Ironwood's significantly disturbed face flashed through his mind. "I hope not."
"Jeweler huh? Where could I find one of those?"
“Uhhh..” Cicada let her eyes drift away from the green dragon and rubbed the back of her neck as she thought for a moment.
“I ThInK there one here?” Uncertainty wrote itself on her face.
“There’s definitely one in Jewel Hive at the Glitterbazar.”
The Leafwing sighed again and internally shook his head. This was a waste of time. This random Hivewing obviously didn't know enough to be helpful in any practical way.
"Ok cool." He replied, moving to leave. "I'll... go check that out I guess."
“Sure thing.”
Time’s a-wasting!
She took a step back to let him leave first. “Good luck finding out about your grandma’s necklace.” She smirked.
Cyprus rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He muttered.
Slipping out the door he came in to, The Leafwing closed it soundlessly behind him.
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