Cicada frowned and flapped her four wings quickly to upright herself. A stinger slid out from her wrist and she quickly cut herself free. Flying over to the boulder, Cicada glanced down, but didn’t see the retreating LeafWing. “Weird.” She muttered to herself.
She stood, muscles tensed, wondering if she should follow the dragon, or go back to the Hive.
The boring Hive.
Well it had books, but those could be boring at times.
Cicada always knew she had good natural instincts, learning from books and practice, but possible going to the poison jungle would certainly put her skills to the test. She certainly didn’t have leafspeak or acute senses when it came to plants.
The HiveWing lifted her wings with a flick of her muscles and flapped them rapidly, flying towards the direction Cyprus had gone.