Wings of Fire ~The RP: The Three Continents

It seemed like they were flying forever. This trip was longer than the one to the Night Kingdom! "Finally," she thought. "We're past Mudkingdom! Soon, we'll be there, super soon.." Pyla glanced over at Nikki, who looked in deep thought. "Wonder what else she knows...she's been quiet miraculously lately, what is her deal?" Pyla mumbled to herself.
“I don’t , I know Leif and that’s all.” The Nightwing said as he flew, watching Nikki with a smile.

Hours passed as they conversed and flew across the landscape, the Mud Kingdom slowly coming into view.
 
"Yes, he speaks," Fae mumbled, distracted as she squinted at the vials. "Very clean, Ruewen. I'm impressed."
"Yes. You should be," he nodded towards the vials, "stuff's rich. Purest you'll find  anywhere."
The SkyWing flipped open another small chest, revealing two full, clear glasses. Water slopped in the bottom of the chest as Ruewen snatched the glasses, offering one to Leif, who took it wordlessly, his eyes hardly leaving Fae.
"Oh dear," The SkyWing mused, "can't stay cool for long." He gulped the liquid (water, Leif assumed), then sighed contently. "You really can't stop, uhh, drinking round here, buddy. Might dry up like a little... shrively thing." Ruewen downed the glass, nodding towards Leif, who grimaced and took a hesitant sip to appease the SkyWing.
"Right, folks, I gotta life and that sort of thing, so can we maaaaybe, pick up the pace??" The SandWing questioned, still slumped cooly against the sofa.
"Mmm, yes, uhh, completely agree." Ruewen nodded, "Infact," his head snapped up to the roof above for a moment, his long twisted horns flat against his neck.
Leif watched the tall, slender dragon nervously as his eyes narrowed.
"What's up?" The SandWing asked.
Ruewen slowly lowered his gaze and gave her a skeptical look for a few silent, curious seconds... then his composure broke and he snorted, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Anyway- Fae? Yeah, go, go, get that out of here." Ruewen motioned to the chest, "and he..." The SkyWing pointed to Leif, then to himself, then gave Fae a thumbs up, his brow arched critically.
"Yes, yes, of course," Fae agreed, setting the vials back into the chest, "just- here, Aloe, darling, you take these," the Queen gestured towards the vials, "and all shall go according to plan."
"Fae." Leif whispered, his body tense and rigid.
Ruewen clicked his claws against a second small, empty glass, which Leif hadn't remembered seeing him grab. Infact, Leif hadn't noticed much of anything, all too focused on Fae and trying to connect her scattered sentences.
Aloe got up slowly, sighing heavily as Fae closed the chest.
"Right, get out of here," Ruewen opened the door, "I'll be, uhh, ready."
Leif exited quicky, nearly tripping on one of the numerous, colorful rugs lining the room.
Fae followed him, slipping through the doorway and motioning him to the back of the room.
"What's happening." Leif whispered, his expression dead serious.
Fae reached for his talon, and Leif let her grab it limply.
He held her look expectantly.
"It is okay." Fae reassured, softly. She cocked her head, giving him a gentle smile. "Leif, Leif, it's alright."
He dropped his gaze.
"I need you to remove your protection spells. Not the Animus one."
The prince seemed to hesitate. But a second later, he said in a voice barely audible, "Done."
Ruewen swept through the doorway, Aloe following closely behind, sending the beads smacking together loudly.
"Am I going with you, Fae?" Leif wondered quietly.
Fae inhaled slowly, then let out an exhausted sigh. "Of course, love. Of course. Now, please, let's go." she released his talon and Leif nearly let it drop to the ground, but instead he clenched his fist, a dangerous look in his eyes.

(TAAADAAA. ANOTHER ABRUPT ENDING CUZ I CAN'T STOP WRRRRRIIITIIINGGG.)
Fae; goes into a random person’s house to get drunk and ends up getting killed by her brother.

PLOT TWIIIIST
 

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