Fiddling carefully in her room, a small, stocky yet graceful dragonet put together a tiny stack of rocks. She laid down and watched them quietly as she thought.

"Fen? Fen, dinner's ready!"

Fen's thick tail whacked the ground a few times as she finally stood up, nodding at her work before darting out into the dining room.

The entire house was mostly stone, save for Fen's bed. The little dragonet slowed down at the table, making a small chirping noise as her father limped over. She nuzzled his head before finding her seat.

"Where's mother?" Fen asked, tilting her head as she was handed a piece of cow. The older, reddish MudWing lifted his head.

"She's... doing something. Something special," he replied, seeming rather giddy. Blinking as she ate, Fen tilted her head. That wasn't usual. Usually her mother stayed home just so she didn't end up destroying anything. It was nice to have her home, anyway, with her father off helping out the other Dragonets of old- or, as she called them. They weren't that old.

As she thought, she lifted her head as a familiar, blue-eyed head poked through. Fen lifted her head and waved as the SkyWing made her way inside, sitting down beside the MudWing.

"Didn't think you'd be back so early, Peril," he mused, nudging her with his wing. He flinched slightly, but seemed much better after a few moments. Fireproof scales did him good. Unlike Fen, he could actually interact with his mate. "How'd it go?"

"I didn't think Sunny would have to leave the school... poor thing. And we haven't heard anything from her, Clay. I miss her." Peril scrunched her nose up as Clay sighed, nodding. Fen had heard about Sunny plenty of times before, so this wasn't a new conversation.

"Tsunami's coming back next school year, isn't she?" Peril asked, gingerly picking up her cow and watching it combust. She frowned, but didn't mind as she bit into the meat. It crunched loudly.

"Yup. Her and her son, I think. Haven't gotten to meet him yet, so it might be nice."

Both Peril and Clay looked back at Fen, watching the little dragonet as she wiggled in her seat. She watched the two, before Peril smiled sadly as Fen extended her talons slightly. Clay sighed, standing up and limping toward her before plucking her from her seat.

"What's the surprise?" she asked, hugging his neck as he walked her back toward his seat with Peril. The firescales sighed, simply watching her dragonet as she listened to Clay speak.

"We'll tell you in the morning. I have to confirm a few things, alright? Hopefully I can make it to the Kingdom of The Sea before lunch tomorrow."

"Moooooootheeeeeeeer!"

Firefly rolled on her back, giggling as the large RainWing tickled her stomach. The young hybrid batted at the larger talons, but did them no harm. Her mother stopped and smiled, standing up and looking out of the window of their hut. It was dark outside, despite them being so close to the moons from their canopy hut. The large RainWing frowned. Firefly sneezed as a small petal from the flowers outside fluttered in, landing on her snout.

Perking up as she heard other footsteps outside, Firefly rolled on her stomach as the dark dragon made his way in.

"There you are, you little... are we good to go for this year?"

"Sure, your highness," the NightWing bowed, receiving a glare from the RainWing. "Yeah, Glory, Firefly will be able to attend."

"Attend what?" the little dragonet chirped, standing up and bounding over to her father. He looked down at her and grinned, picking her up and sitting down. Looking over at her mother, Firefly extended her talons to touch her snout as she sat beside the NightWing, who put a wing around her and pulled her closer. Glory snorted.

"Deathbringer, sometimes I wonder about you."

"Well good, I'm sometimes on your mind then," he chuckled, kissing the top of her head as Firefly snuggled up between the two dragons. "It's late, though. We can figure everything out in the morning, alright?"

Glory nodded, looking down at Firefly. She smiled slightly, nudging her dragonet as she hopped out of Deathbringer's arms. She darted toward her room, hopping on her nest and turning around.

"Story?" she asked. Sighing, Glory stood up and beckoned Deathbringer to follow her with her tail.

"Yes. If you promise not to sleep in our room tonight, though," she purred.

Goldmaker listened quietly to his mother in the other room, messing with a few vials and sighing. Glass was so hard to come by sometimes. He had resorted to befriending the blacksmith and his NightWing glassblowing assistant, which was now his only source for beakers and vials and such. He had no idea what she was speaking about with her SandWing visitors, but he didn't care either. Focus was a hard thing to keep, and he wanted to get this done.

Yawning, Goldmaker put his protective eyeguard on, messing with one of the vials. It wouldn't damage his scales, but eyes were more sensitive. He learned that the hard way, but at the very least he wasn't permanently blinded. Fortunate was furious with him that day. He was use to that by now, though.

Goldmaker finished up with one of his serums- his mother wanted him to work on stuff with poisonous berries and mushrooms, not anything fatal, but something for... hallucinations? Sleeping darts? He wasn't sure. Nor did he really have a way to test it. Fortunate did that for him. He never had to even touch the stuff after he was done if it worked.

A shame, really. Goldmaker liked to see the result of his work. Most dragons wouldn't even know the advancements in technology he could make now. As Goldmaker began to move the mixture to a vial with a lid, his mother walked into the room.

"There's been a change of plans," she stated, watching as her son nearly dropped the work that she was having him do. Blinking, Goldmaker looked back at his mother.

"Pardon?" he asked. With only the response of a smile, Fortunate flicked her wings as she approached her son, taking his work and finishing the transfer to the new vial.

"Get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. I'll tell you then," she ordered, tapping him with her tail. Goldmaker took off his eye protection, blinking as he simply tidied up his work space and made his way to his nest. His eyes remained locked on Fortunate the entire time she was in his room, wishing she'd just go away so he could sleep. Silence filled the air as the dragonet closed his eyes, falling asleep to the rare hums of his mother, strutting out of his room.