All was right in the rainforest.

The quiet chattering of birds, the rustling of damp leaves, the humid air, and the bright stars.

Yes, Blossom loved the stars. The bright, almost mischievous twinkle against the velvety black sky held an air of allure for the RainWing, an enigma she couldn't quite grasp, yet kept reaching towards.

That was the reason she slept so far from the village, so far from the foily canopy, which, while perfectly acceptable during the day, was an abomination at night when Blossom yearned for the open skies.

Of course, it didn't hurt that she was assigned to guard duty on the edges of the rainforest.

And, on the outskirts of the Rainforest Kingdom, where a RainWing lay camouflaged and dreaming, a dragon was on the run.

Xxx

The scratches and bruises hurt, but not as much as his wounded pride.

Breathing heavily, the IceWing battled his way through the swampy marsh. Every step tore through his side, each ragged breath costing more than the last.

He couldn't stop now, so close to the cover provided by the rainforest. The humid, unpleasant environment would hopefully keep his tribe away.

Gritting his teeth as pain slashed through his aching muscles, and the uneven rhythm of his footsteps reverberated through his skull.

Mere feet away… so close..

Just as his feet touched the loamy soil, and wet leaves brushed against his tarnished silver scales, he heard a scream, felt an unpleasant burning sensation, and everything went dark.

Xxx

"Three moons!" Blossom exclaimed, after calming her racing heart. She peeped around the leaves obscuring her vision, and now was able to identify that the large, scary thing that had galumphed through the marsh into her area of the rainforest, was, in fact, a dragon.

A pretty good looking dragon, if she did say so herself.

Whether it was a Nightwing or an Icewing, she couldn't quite tell, as the dirty scales were rather ambiguous.

Seeing as there were some glimpses of cool silver catching the moonlight in a way that made Blossom want to scream "Shiny! Treasure! Minemineminemine!", she was going to go with Icewing.

Although, it could be a Nightwing with silver scales, like that dragonet watcher with the spaced-out look,Stardust, or something like that. Buuuut it was more likely the former, because of the icy sheen.

Blossom could have argued with herself all night like that, but she was a member of the Rainwing Patrol Squad, or, whatever, and as a Rainwing Patrol Squadder, she had a job to do.

Tentatively, the Rainwing inched her way closer to the unconscious Icewing (or Nightwing!), reached out a shaky talon, and poked the dragon.

"Eeep!" She squealed as it let out a grunt and stirred a little.

Shaking her head at herself Blossom reached out another talon, and tried again.

Xxx

"Omigosh, are you OKAY?" Borealis opened his eyes to a hazy shape, a bright yellow that almost hurt his eyes. An elegant snout and concerned brown eyes soon came into focus, as his eyes adjusted to the light of the sun, and this dragon's scales.

"I've been poking you ALL NIGHT" the dragon exclaimed, gesturing dramatically with her wings.

"Well, now you can stop." Borealis said sarcastically, and experimentally tried to move his foreleg. Bad idea, as he soon figured out by the searing pain that shot through him. Worse idea to look, he realized after glancing at the foreleg, only to see a blackened, gaping wound, oozing with pus and blood.

Unable to grit his teeth hard enough, a pitiful yelp escaped his lips, a split second reaction to the pain, and the ugly gash.

"What-? Oh…" the Rainwing (now confirmed she was a Rainwing), winced, as her eyes drifted to his foreleg.

"Sorry about that… good thing I always carry some of Jaguar's (Jaguar!) venom around for emergencies, right?" She grinned sheepishly, pulling a vial of a bubbling black substance from a satchel next to her.

Borealis looked around in askance, as the Rainwing began dumping out several leaves and herbal poultices from her bag. She glanced at him.

"I know a few healers…" she clarified, beginning to wrap his wounded leg in a leaf bandage.

Borealis half heartedly snarled at her, more than anything to show he didn't need her assistance. He did, of course, but he wasn't going to let on to that.

His plan was simple, rest, recuperate, stay hidden from the rest of his tribe, and then, once he could walk, take off for the hills. He wasn't quite sure where "the hills" was, but he'd figure that out… later… all part of the plan, he told himself as the Rainwing began whistling while bandaging.

Xxx

Blossom did not have a plan. Sure, she was fixing this guy's leg, but only because it was kind of all her fault that it was messed up. Usually she was so careful with her venom, but that IceWing had really spooked her!

Maybe she should try making conversation. It couldn't hurt to know some key details like name, um, other details, and stuff. You know, for when she figured out what to do with this dragon. And talking helped her think.

"So…..What'syourname,wheredoyoulive,whenwereyoubornandwherewereyoubornandhowdidyougethereandwhydidyougethere, and by the way, who are you?" Blossom fired off. The Icewing looked confused.

"What…."

Yup, he was confused.

"Ok, let's start again. Hi! My name is Blossom!" She grinned sticking out a talon to shake before realizing he was kind of unable to shake since he couldn't move one of his arms and was kind of laying on the ground in an immobilized position. She retracted her talon.

"...My name is-" the Icewing paused, and cocked his head. "Did you hear something?"

Blossom cocked her head identically, straining her ears.

"Um… No."

The Icewing rolled his eyes, still tensed. Blossom patted his foreleg gently, trying not to let on how disappointed she was not to get to hear this cutie's name.

"Relax mister, you're in no condition to fight mysterious unheard noises. Let ME handle the fighting." She smiled condescendingly, and spread her wings wide. "See? I'm totally battle ready!"

The Icewing didn't relax. Blossom sighed.

"Look, there's totally no need to be worried. Besides, it was probably just the wind! Wind makes funny noises ALL THE TIME in the rainforest."

"Are you sure?" The Icewing said, glancing around.

"One hunnerd percent!" Blossom smiled, and went back to her bandaging.

A terrified scream resounded through the rainforest.

"Does the wind scream?" The Icewing said pointedly.

I hope you guys like... this is my first attempt at writing a full length actually serious story, with a planned out plot or whatever and characters with, I don't know, personalities. It may or may not be stupid, but please leave a review that will not break my fragile ego...

Jk, my ego is solid steel! I can't even fit through doors with my big fat head!

Bring on the reviews!