Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

"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.
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!”
 
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!”
Cyprus, being already too far away to hear most of what Myrtle was saying, didn't pay any further attention. He simply vanished into a grove of short, woody trees.
 
Deepstar bowed once more and then left. She found a guard she knew through her father who escorted her to a room she could stay in until the feast. “Thank you Moby, this is my first time in he palace and it’s quite strange.” She said with a smile. The guard gave her a small grin, his wrinkled old scales the color of dried seaweed on a beach. Deepstar pushed the doors open and stepped into her guest room. It was large and well planned out, with a big comfy bed in one corner and a pool sunken into the ground in the other. A large vanity mirror hung on the wall and several portraits of Koi were draped with a thin veil of cloth.
Im an advisor?! How?! Don’t tell anyone?! Why would she tell me not to tell anyone?! Gaaah.” Her mind went on and on. She would have to pry the info out of Kalmar, he would know how to be the best advisor.
(Of course she doesn’t know he’s dead. He is dead right? Fae killed him?)
Yaeessss.
 
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Why are you laughing Water Bottle?
 

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