As it turns out, I did love my new roommates. I was in the quartz winglet. I was in sleeping cave with a timid IceWing, named Harp, like the Harp seal, and a LeafWing named Heliamphora. As moon had said there would be, A bed was set up for each of the inhabitors. I got a springy bed of moss and heather, Harp got a bed of ice, that was enchanted not to melt (Imported from the ice kingdom.), and Heliamphora got a silk hammock.
We became friends straight away. Harp and I bonded over a love of seals. No, not to eat, but because they are so cute. Some seals didn't like up in the north, so seals often washed up from the southern islands and into the rain forest beach. Heliamphora and Harp were both fans of Sunny, and were over the moon when I told them I had met her. Heliamphora and I found that we both were vegetarians (I don't like meat. Some RainWing traits got into me.), and we all found that we liked reading. So after a little while, we all headed up to the library.
This was the first time I saw Icaricia, and it wouldn't be the last. Icaricia's are small blue butterflies, and it was certainly a fitting name, because her scales were turquoise and sky blue, and the deep blue of midnight, all overlapping like different-shades-of-blue waves slapping themselves onto the beach. Her eye's were probably the most interesting part, though. She had a turquoise eye, and a jade green eye. Similar, but still startlingly different. She was beautiful. But, she was in the jade winglet.
When we got to the library, there was Starflight, his eyes covered with a strip of cloth. He turned to us, and smiled. "Hi! What are your names? Each of you say your names, though, because otherwise I won't be able to memorise your voices."
"I'm Heliamphora."
"Harp. As in harp seal. Not the harp instrument."
"Got it!" Starflight smiled.
"I'm, uh, Bluemoon." I didn't say princess, because I have't actually told my friends that I'm a princess yet.
"Ah, yes. You're the granddaughter of Glory, aren't you? Princess Bluemoon?" Starflight's nice, and he couldn't have known, but still. It was annoying.
"Ummmmm. . .yes?" I squeaked.
"Wait. You're the hybrid princess?" Harp asked, wide-eyed. "No wonder you're black, but have a few colour changing scales here and there!"
"Yeeeeessss. Anyway, we were here to get some books, right?" I scurry down the shelves of scrolls. Soon, I find what I'm looking for My favourite scroll, and the first one ever written in the rain forest; When the World Rests-A True Tale of how our Queen Saved us all. It's about Glory, and I find it so inspiring.
I sidle up to the front desk, and place my scroll on the counter. Starflight presents me with my library card, a d after explaining how the system works, stamps it with a metal stamp. I go ver to a leaf-covered window, and sit down. After a while, my friends join me. And there we sit, my friends holding off the questions for now, though I know that their minds are still buzzing with them. The small scales here and there change to a calm, pale blue.
I open my scroll, and start to read about my grandmother. And then, before I know it, the gong is ringing. Bedtime. I stumble back to my cave, and collapse onto my soft, sweet smelling bed, and fall into an uneasy sleep.