Myrtle wouldn’t tolerate the way that Cyprus treated the poor HiveWing. She flew towards him and yelled “if I catch you threatening that dragon again, you’ll be seeing the same thing. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not a kid. And I don’t think you murdered the stupid queen. She died of old age, you twigs for brains!”"Are you serious?? You think I'M the one who just murdered our queen?!!"
His eyes narrowed. "You've got no business here kid, whoever you are. And if you don't know enough to stay out of matters that don't concern you, you'll end up getting yourself into ones that do. And you'll wish you hadn't."
He turned to go, but he whipped his head around to look back at Cicada just before he left.
"And you." He said, addressing her. "Don't you think for one minute that you won't see this blade again." He sheathed his dagger. "Because when you do, it will be red and dripping."
With that, two powerful flaps of his wings sent up in the air and across the grassland where he disappeared.