"Oolp! " Blister gagged, backing away from the ferocious pillow fight. " Guys, time out! "
" What's wrong, you afraid we'll beat you to badly? " Burn taunted, waving a pillow around mockingly.
" Yeah! " Chorused Blaze giddily.
" No. ..I seriously don't...feel..to..good..." Blister gritted her teeth, attempting to glare, but her face collapsed as she moaned, clutching her stomach. Blaze paused. Blister honestly didn't look to well.
" Burn. ?." Blaze pleaded, miming picking a dragon up. Burn sighed, and plopped a quietly complaining Blister on her back. The weak SandWing muttered nonsensical words, and barely struggled as the larger dragon started down the secret passageway leading out from the Tower. Blaze fretted the whole way down. What if something really bad had happened to Blister? What if she had been struck down by a fatal, mysterious illness, and was taking her last breaths now?
The three sisters reached the bottom without any of them tragically dying. Burn, however, looked rather tired, after carrying another dragon down a long flight of stairs. Even someone as strong as Burn would be tired after that.
"Well, what are you waiting for? " Burn demanded " Go get Mother! "
Blaze scuttled off quickly, not wanting to face the wrath of her sister. She almost crashed into her brother, Scorch, as she rounded a corner.
"Whoah!" Scorch smiled " What's the rush lizard?"
" It's Blister!" Blaze gasped.
"What ABOUT Blister?"
"No time!" She screeched, whipping past him.
Scorch was left wondering what had made his lazy sister move so fast.
" Mom! " Blaze cried, opening a random door. When this turned out to be a servant's chamber, she shut the door and raced down the hall.
" Mom! " Kitchen.
" Mom! " Staircase.
" Mom! " Dungeons.
" Mom! " Blaze didn't even know what that room was.
" Mom?" She gasped, opening one final door. The room was completely empty. " Aw, come on!" She yelped, stamping her talon. Blaze angrily shuffled away, frustrated, and also realizing that she was suffering from a side ache.
A door on the left side of the hall flew open, and an angry SandWing huffily stormed out. Blaze smacked herself. She hadn't even looked through the doors on the other side of the hall. And of course that particular door was the one the queen would most likely be on the other side of.
"The throne room!" Blaze griped, to no one in particular. Blaze changed courses and knocked on the great doors. Not waiting for someone to answer, dhe thrust open the doors. Or, at least, she tried to. Those doors were heavier than they looked. Blaze heard footsteps, and the doors creaked open. She imperiously lifted up her head, adjusted her jewelry, and madly dashed into the room.
She barely saw her mother from the blur surrounding her, and skidded to a stop in front of an ornate golden throne.
"Mom! It's Blister! Come quick!" Blaze exclaimed, grabbing her mother's front talon, and attempting to drag her off the throne. Oasis slid off of her own accord, striding down the great throne room towards the doors. Blaze struggled to keep up, buzzing around her mother like a bee, taking time to notice the welts some real bees had left on the queen...she suddenly felt very guilty, and snapped her snout shut, squirming uncomfortably.
Oasis paid her daughter no attention, only asking WHERE exactly Blister was, and marching in silence the rest of the way.
When the two dragons reached Blister, she was looking far worse for the wear. Burn grunted a greeting to her mother, tapping her talons on the cold marble floor. She looked strangely... tense. Blaze blinked in surprise. Was it possible for Burn to be worried about Blister?
Oasis rushed to Blister, feeling her forehead. She looked up, brow furrowed.
" She's definitely feverish. " The queen managed. " Blaze, go get her room ready. She'll need plenty of rest and plenty of fluids. Burn, notify the rest of the castle. We don't want anyone waking her up with any boisterous fighting. That means you and your brothers." The queen issued these commands with a face that was deceptively calm.
" Blister has been poisoned. "