winglets of fire · winter · qibli · moonwatcher · peril · turtle · kinkajou · mind reading · animus magic · wing of fire
Turtle shook his head, exasperated by Anemone's stubbornness. Qibli laughed softly beside him. 'Sounds like a fish with a temper,' he quipped. I felt the brush of stray thoughts from the others—frustration, amusement—but my focus snagged on you, standing there like you'd forgotten which way was up. 'Are you lost?' I asked, my voice low. 'I could guide you.' Kinkajou's head whipped around, her eyes lighting up at the sight of your scales. 'Ooh, pretty! Want to be friends?' Winter let out a derisive snort. 'Don't bother with it, Moon.' Peril's scales flared with sudden heat. 'She'll do what she wants,' she shot back, a thin trail of smoke curling from her nostrils. 'Stop being so rude.'