6 years later Cryptic is 5 and a half. She was pretty and very small with completely silver scales covering the undersides of her wings. Cryptic also wore that little diamond bracelet around her left horn. She bounced over to Dew Drop flapping her wings. "Are you going to take us flying today mom?" Rose Petal bounces up and down enthusiastically, her mouth full of mango. "Yes dears but first we have up clean up after breakfast, then we patch the holes in the vines up. Then we also need to go fruit picking- oh dear um…. Violet honey come here." Dew Drop went over to her daughter. Violet was usually the first one up and already clean and fed, her little lilac colored head poking out of her hammock with its curtain open, smiling. But today her hammock's curtain was closed. Only a small moan answered Dew Drop. Cryptic raced up to her sister. She is lying in bed completely white. Rose Petal gasps. "Violet are you okay?! Violet, Violet Can you hear me!" Rose Petal's voice rose to a wail. She laid down next to her sister. Dew Drop then arrived. She was carrying some leaves which she fed slowly to Violet. "We will fly early today Little Ones. Make a hammock to carry her we are going to Queen Glory and the Rainwing kingdom."
