Wings of Fire ~ The RP Part 2: Hope on the Horizon

[Isabella7Storm5]

Phoebee waved. She never wanted to be nosy, or eavesdrop, but something was whispering that she needed to watch. Phoebee slowly reached into her bag, and pulled out a white camera, the same color of her, so it didn't stick out. She turned it on, and pressed the record button.
(Heeheehee)

(what do I even do with this information?)

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

(what do I even do with this information?)

(Maybe you could see her- or it might be too early.... yeah, I'll give you something to make of it Effie is the teacher, tag Shabby Chic Hens, and start the class! )

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

"He is suffering of a case of hexaporatoloxis, dear. If you don't tell me what he was saying, I won't be able to help him! Please Myrtle, dear, we'll argue later!" Venus said eagerly. She wanted to help Recluse as bad as Myrtle did, he was the only dragon that has ever been kind to her! She loved him as a great friend..

“Recluse is the only dragon who has ever accepted all sides of me*. Im not going to let the dragon who killed my mother kill the one other dragon I care about!” Myrtle cried. “He was saying something about a fire and screaming and a dragon named Luna”

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

“Recluse is the only dragon who has ever accepted all sides of me*. Im not going to let the dragon who killed my mother kill the one other dragon I care about!” Myrtle cried. “He was saying something about a fire and screaming and a dragon named Luna”

Venus nodded. She got some herbs from her bag, and took out a bowl. "You know what to do." she said to Myrtle. w

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Venus nodded. She got some herbs from her bag, and took out a bowl. "You know what to do." she said to Myrtle. w

Myrtle took her knife and chopped up the leaves. It wasn’t mashing up enough. She grabbed the rock her mother had set in a necklace, which was in a bag,and finished the process.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

I’m going to be gone in about half an hour.

 

[Bella the Chicken Lover]

Myrtle took her knife and chopped up the leaves. It wasn’t mashing up enough. She grabbed the rock her mother had set in a necklace, which was in a bag,and finished the process.

Venus was getting the plant juice, and she mixed it in the bowl with the mashed up herbs that Myrtle did. Venus took the bowl, and poured it in Recluse's mouth, saying, "Myrtle".
Recluse sat up quickly, and looked around at all of the dragons surrounding him.
"Am I in trouble?"

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Venus was getting the plant juice, and she mixed it in the bowl with the mashed up herbs that Myrtle did. Venus took the bowl, and poured it in Recluse's mouth, saying, "Myrtle".
Recluse sat up quickly, and looked around at all of the dragons surrounding him.
"Am I in trouble?"

“Recluse!” Myrtle cried, hugging the stunned WebWing.

 

[Shabby Chic-Hens]

Venus was getting the plant juice, and she mixed it in the bowl with the mashed up herbs that Myrtle did. Venus took the bowl, and poured it in Recluse's mouth, saying, "Myrtle".
Recluse sat up quickly, and looked around at all of the dragons surrounding him.
"Am I in trouble?"

Double posting

 

[Isabella7Storm5]

On the way to class, Sapodilla was screaming at herself inside.
*You stupid, stupid dragon, you are letting your guard down, don't take the wall away now that you've come so far.*
Another part of her responded *It could be time for a change you never know. You might need some friends.*
This made the first part angry *Do you remember what happened last time you said that and I listened?!*
Her eye hurt as she remembered what had happened. She had been taken advantage of and in the process of breaking free of the whole ordeal had been stabbed in the face and became half-blind, something she couldn't let anyone know. It had healed but never regained sight and was paler in color, something she hid with a tricky coloration of the surrounding scales. That settled it. She had become too excited. She needed to retreat back into the shadow of safety that she had left probably due to loneliness. She could still be nice, but she mustn't commit to anything, not yet anyways.