The group's passage way was. . .uncomfortable. The tunnel was filled with water, with the occasional pockets of air, for Blister's visits.

Reading is. . .very different from feeling, he thought as he had guided Lilac through as Commander Shark took lead, with a guard in the back.

From what he could hear and see before entering the submerged tunnel, the guard seemed to be shy, or nervous about them. He was hesitant when the Commander ordered to follow, but, Riptide was able to get his "low confidence" back up. The higher rank looking. . .dissapointed, that comforting would be needed to follow an order that probably was very simple to him.

"He's just. . .socially awkward, let's say" the SeaWing had said to Audio. He didn't like how he put it. I guess that's an answer. . .I wouldn't know how to describe it.

Throughout the swim, Audio had realized that he was able to hold his breath a minimum of thirty minutes or so, with Lilac being about half of that. Luckily the air pockets were around ten minutes apart, so it didn't seem to be all too much of a problem.

All the MimicWing knew was that he hated the travel. He hated it, so much.


". . .that was kind of tiring" Audio had said once Clay had followed out.

"I guess. . .atleast we made it to the palace". He had noticed a glance from Commander Shark, but thought nothing of it.

Quite quickly, the dragonets had swam out of the tunnel, the guard and Riptide emerging last. Audio had noticed the many stares from SeaWings specifically when Tsunami emerged.

Oh, no. She's going to do that home speech. . .oh, I'm just going to tune this out.

The group was then slowly led towards the large structure not too far from him, in which was making him more and more nervous.

The Queen snaps at Clay for being a MudWing. . .what will she do with me? And she locks us up in somesort of prison! We can't stay locked up for days in there, something has to happen.

. . .maybe I could find someone to get us out. Maybe Riptide would?

. . .or Turtle.

He glanced behind him as Clay was at his side, the guard was still with them, uncomfortable glances escaping him. He must be REALLY shy, or nervous. . .or socially-awkward. Maybe all of them combined?

He might be able to help us. . .maybe by acting kind to him? His thoughts were cut as he suddenly noticed they were about to go up Coral's pavilon. . .one of twelve stories.

They had went to the top, Riptide taking the front as Shark had gone back, which he had been glaring at the quite short guard.

When they reached the top, there was no Queen Coral, which, even though he read this book- still confused him. It took a minute, but, suddenly, a deep-blue SeaWing flew down, with a certain Princess in tow with the harness.

. . .Anenome- I mean, Amen- no. . .Anemone- there.

". . .Starflight, why haven't you told me that there was another Princess?" Tsunami said irratably.

"Um, well, the scrolls were outdated" he said quietly.

"Oh, my baby has finally returned!" the Queen said with a hug towards Tsunami. Glory looked dissapointed, a quite grumpy look coming from her, Is she mad that Tsunami was right about being royalty?

"Wait-" Coral had stepped back, and instantly her facial expression morphed into rage, "WHY IS THERE A MUDWING, OF ALL DRAGONS, IN MY PALACE?"

Banshee mode has activated, Audio had thought as Tsunami jumped to his defense, "No, no, don't worry! He's a friend- a great friend".

Then, the SeaWing's attention turned to the MimicWing, "Oh. . .you seem. . .interesting". Then her attention went to Lilac, who was basically sitting infront of him, "And aren't you just adorable!" she said as she patted the Gryphon's head, in which giggles escaped her.

Shark had now stepped up infront of the group, "They had also found the missing dragonet, Cobalt, I believe".

Coral nodded, "W-well! That's excellent news!" She looked at Tsunami with pride, "I can see that you chosen good friends, here!"

"Well, I didn't choose them, but, they're good either way".

"I see. . ,now-now, before we continue," the Queen glanced at Riptide, "go".

"Wait-me, ma'am?"

"Yes, down". She pointed back down the pavilon, in which the SeaWing slowly walked the steps.

"ALSO!" she spoke, "Get my daughter's friends here to Blister's cave, please. Oh, with a guard as well! And get Cobalt some medical attention, Shark, thank you".

Shark had nodded, and turned his head to the guard in the back, "You heard her, Mollusk, guide them". The guard nodded quietly as Cobalt was grabbed with Shark simply flying off with him.

A huff came from the Queen as they left, "I have to make sure he isn't too close to my Princesses, considering his father was Webs-" that was he could hear before being taken down about two stories.

Audio had slown down a bit, with Lilac following Sunny, he walked on Glory's right. "Is it just me or is the guard up ahead, just like, sheepish- or skittish?"

"He definitely seems nervous" Glory responded with a squint at the guard ahead.

"He's not too armored neither, he really only has a bracelet and a single should pad".

". . .maybe he's a lower rank".

There was a minute's silence, before Audio spoke up, ". . .I'm going to go try and talk to him".

He had sped up a bit, going up ahead of the group, until he was on the guard's left, slightly behind him, ". . .so, uh, how's life as a guard?"

He had jumped a bit, quickly moving to the side as he looked at him in a quick startle, "O-oh. . .um, er, it's alright? Um. . ."

Riptide was right, this guy is really awkward.

". . .you aren't used to socializing, are you?"

A long sigh came from Mollusk, ". . .no".

"That's unfortunate, well, I'm Audio. I think you're Mollusk?" he offered out his palm, in which the guard was once again hesitatant, but he shook it slowly.

"Alrighty- well", Audio now felt like he was getting awkward, "I'm just going to go back now a bit," he had noticed there was now a guard in the back not far behind Glory, ". . .nice meeting you, I guess".

He trailed behind, reaching Glory.

". . .eh, Riptide was right, he's socially awkward".


Sorry for the slow production. . .holidays and stuff.

Happy New Year, by the way.