Storm was approached by Inkwriter.
It was lunchtime and dragonets were wreaking havoc all around the room. Chickens and cows were screeching and mooing in horror from all the rowdy animals trying to murder them.
But amidst all the craziness, the NightWing sought her out.
"Inkwriter." Said Storm, glancing at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
The nervous black creature shifted his talons. "I- come here." He beckoned with his tail and led her out of the room.
He seemed to be concentrating hard on her, his ears flat against his head and his eyes staring straight at her.
"Uh." The SkyWing muttered. "What in the Scorching are you doing?"
He blinked at her in confusion. "Your a... your a mindreader right?" He glanced just a little past her eye, making Storm uneasy.
"Are you sure?" He asked, his brow furrowing. "I'm sure you are one."
Storm lifted the scales along her spine. "Wouldn't I know if I was?" She asked sharply. "Wouldn't other dragons thoughts be floating amuck in my skull?"
Inkwriter's eyes widened. "But you have the mind reading scale..."
Storm flicked her wings back over her back. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowed. "What scale?"
The NightWing nodded to the teardrop scale behind her eye. "That one."
Storm's talon flicked to her face. "What? This is just a normal scale."
Inkwriter nervously pointed to next to his eye, where a matching scale was set.
"So?" Asked Storm, unconvinced. "Perhaps it's a genetic issue, so what if I have a stupid scale by my eye. I don't want to be meddling in ones thoughts."
She blinked hastily at the scale by his eye. "You aren't.. your not going to read my mind right? I mean, my thoughts aren't interesting and I prefer not to have a dragon inside of them anyway."
Inkwriter looked genuinely hurt. "Okay, Storm." He murmured, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I bothered you."
The ginger SkyWing closed her eyes, then opened them again. "No, it's fine. I just... yea your good. But can I ask you something?"
Wait, what am I going to ask? She had just said that without thinking, what was she even going to question?
Inkwriter cracked a smile. "Y-yes." He said, shuffling the contents of his brown satchel.
"It's a promise."
"I'll keep it."
"Okay..." Storm was confused with herself, she wasn't talking, she knew she wasn't, her mouth was moving, yes, but not by the owner of it. "Never tell anyone what you see inside my brain."
Inkwriter looked genuinely surprised. "Of course, Storm." He said earnestly, flicking his wings to the side and bowing his head.
"Y-yeah, Okay." Storm stuttered, now she was actually speaking. What had just happened?
Inkwriter smiled at her half heartedly, then weaves around the dragon and blinded off towards the lunchroom.
Leaving Storm by herself.
Lotus had awoken Storm from her peaceful sleep with a loud shrill. "Who's this SandWing?"
Sphinx? Thought Storm sleepily, stumbling to her talons and trotting out of her room, towards the bunk of Lotus and Inkwriter.
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