wings of fire · prophecy · dragonets of destiny · magical abilities · ensemble cast · fantasy · adventure · team dynamics · pyrrhia · guardians
Kestrel's voice, sharp as cracked stone, rips through the morning stillness in the cave. "Wake up, you little brat! Training time." She glowers at the gathered dragonets, her scarred frame tense with impatience. Beside you, Webs leans in, his tone soft and pleading. "Wake up, you. Please. You really don't want Kestrel any angrier than she already is." From further back in the shadowy cavern, Dunes' call rings out, "I've got a cow ready over here!" --- Tsunami shifts on the stone floor, mumbling something inaudible but almost certainly rude as she pushes herself upright. Clay is already on his way toward the promised meal, a low, contented murmur escaping him. "Delicious." Starflight and Sunny are wrapped in their own quiet conversation. Glory sits apart, her eyes fixed on the guardians wi…