*Oh why didn't I think of the fact that i am lost, but should know my way? now I look silly! whoops, I shouldn't have thought that, I'm in the presence of a mind reading dragon! oh knights in shining armor! Spike knew what he was talking about when he said "think serene thoughts only, other's can tell what's on your mind" !* "I was looking for grass." she said *well, that was super silly! now he thinks I'm a vedgetarian! Oh stop it Chenoa, why are you thinking these thoughts? you are in the presence of a dragon who can see all those errors!*. "Mind you," Chenoa added, "I was looking for a very specific kind of grass. It was for embroidery. None of that matters now anyways. I need to get somewhere sheltered. Heard rumor there was going to be a nasty storm coming, and I don't want to be all wet!" *do you know sign language?* she asked, and signed the words "yes" and "no" to Ender.“It doesn’t make you a RainWing.” Ender said. “Or an IceWing or whoever you’ve stayed with.” Ender said, his voice curious. “Your a NightWing. You can pledge your allegiance to pretty much any Tribe, or none if you wish, but your a NightWing deep down.” He smiled, but his eyes glanced around the ruined structure suspiciously.
*This isn’t a good place to talk anyway.* He told her. *A lot of rouges and hybrids live here. And frankly, I’m a bit surprised that they haven’t confronted us yet.*
Ender thought for a moment.
*This place is kind of like a mix between the Scorpion Den and the Sanctuary. Bad and good. Hidden. Unseen by the Tribes. But we should talk somewhere else.*
“I’ll take you to the Rainforest kingdom.” He said aloud. “You don’t know the way?”