Well hello there! Fancy being back, I must say. A possible continuation of my story, 473-5. That being said, I highly suggest you read the first of it's kind, as this one will make little to no sense otherwise. I cannot confirm if this will be finished, but we will see, won't we? *in epic deep narrator voice* Come along and enjoy the ride of Hyacinthus in the well-awaited sequel, 473-5 Hyacinthus.

The wind was stagnant. Calm, cold, and collected. It hung over the ice like a veil of tranquility.

A snap broke the silence. Hurried serrated claws gripped the ice, sending puffs of shards and snow behind them. Puffs of warm breath permeated the air as wings flapped as the creature struggled into the air.

The icicle-like scales cresting the back of the dragon clinked like porcelain cups as he took off into the sky. The tundra was silent again.

The dragon continued, rising in altitude until he glided through the clouds like a shark, weaving in and out, checking behind, below, and above him.

Soon, the snow and ice below were replaced by dunes and cacti. He continued on until the complex came in view.

Two RainWings could be seen, whispering to one another.

"You sure this is a good idea?" One glanced over at her partner.

"Stop fretting, dearest. He needed a home." The other bumped her with his wing.

A pause, "I hate it when you call me that."

"I know, that's why I call you it. Dearest,"

The other groaned and they continued in silence.

The IceWing quietly touched down on the sands of the desert. The RainWings met him at the gate, sitting close together as he approached.

"Blast, you really didn't need that much stealth." The female one rolled her eyes.

"C'mon Lea, he had to impress his lady," the male lightly shoved her.

"Yeah yeah, he fell asleep on the way over. There is something I should mention-"

he was cut off as the male RainWing took the bundle of blankets from him, "Enough, let's see the little guy,"

He pulled the blankets away to reveal a RainWing/MudWing hybrid. He had a broad muzzle, with dark green scales running down his neck like a waterfall. His eyes were closed, but at the small jostle, he began to try and open his eyes.

Blast grew frantic, "Azalea, I'm warning you, he has-"

Azalea muffled a scream. The dragonet's eyes were a bright blue. The same blue of Chivalry, the infamous Base NightWing that forced her to obey the strict rules. The same blue of Curium, late queen of the IceWings, who died at Azalea's talons. She collapsed to the floor, Tarsier rushing to her side. He whispered into her ear, assuring her it was in the past, nothing would hurt her now.

She tried to regain her composure as the dragonet looked on, quietly observing. Blast took the child and looked down, wincing a bit himself, "I'm so sorry, Azalea. I tried to warn you. I can take him back if it is too much,"

Azalea put on a brave face, "No. He is a dragonet. I will not refuse him based on something's he cannot choose," she took the child in her arms and focused on his face, not just the vibrant blue eyes, "We will accept him for who he can become."

Tarsier smiled at his mate, "That's the spirit momma! What should we name him?" He smiled down at their new adopted son.

"His name shall be Hyacinthus."

So yeah, basically The Best Asexual Couple adopt a child and they name him after a blue flower. Coolio. Thanks for reading!