Frute found Mye in the section with the new additions, talking to two other dragons. He remembered seeing them. One was a black NightWing-SkyWing hybrid—Skye—and the other was a dark blue NightWing-SeaWing hybrid—Ocean. Mye seemed to have gotten distracted from the two talking to her. Frute walked up to the three girls.
"Seriously, though, you're wings look awesome!" Ocean said. She was facing Mye, and it didn't seem like she had noticed Frute yet.
"Thanks." Mye replied. She looked over, and her face lit up when she saw Frute. "Okay, I'm sorry, but I really need to continue searching."
Skye followed Mye's gaze, and when she looked at Frute, nodded. "Hello, Frute. How's your schoolwork going?" She asked.
"It's fine." Frute said. He walked closer to the bookshelf, and looked over at Mye. "You can continue talking, if you'd like. I can find it."
Mye nodded, and flicking her tail she gestured for the other two to follow her to another section of the library. Frute wasn't sure if that was so then he could concentrate, or so then they didn't realize what they were going to do. Either way, it didn't take Frute long to find a book he wanted; it was titled Maps Of Freedom Island, Pyrrhia, and Pantala. He flipped through the silk pages, and even saw a map or two that he recognized. He didn't let himself pause for the map of the Mud Kingdom—if he did, he might just get upset again. Once he was satisfied, he walked back over to Mye, Ocean, and Skye, who were now by the library entrance, and had changed the conversation topic to something school related.
Frute walked up to Mye and tapped her shoulder to get her attention. "All I need to do is check out and then we're ready to go." He said.
"What are you doing anyway?" Skye asked.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Are you going on a date?" Ocean said. "Please tell me you're going on a date." Both Frute and Mye blushed at this, but Mye was the one who shook her head.
"No, we're not going on a date." Mye replied. "I was going to help Frute with his schoolwork, so then he could catch up a little."
"That could still be a date, though." Ocean pointed out.
Mye just sighed, flicking her tail. Frute took that as a sign to check out the book, and he did so.
…
After Frute had checked out the book, him and Mye went back home to gather supplies.
"When will we be leaving?" Frute asked her as he put some fruit in a bag.
"As soon as possible." Mye replied.
"We won't…actually go to Pyrrhia, will we?" Frute said.
"We need to experience more things than this island." Mye retorted stubbornly.
"But I have experienced more things than this island." Frute protested. I don't think you can survive in Pyrrhia, Frute wanted to say. Not even my sibs would keep you alive. Not Mallow. Not Flora. And definitely not Vervain.
Mye looked at Frute, and her eyes were unreadable. "I know you want to go back. I know you miss your siblings. I want to help you. We don't need to go to Pyrrhia; but if you want to let go and live normally, we might have to." She said. She gently sat aside the book they had got from the library. She walked over to Frute, and twined her tail with his. "Frute…I'm trying to help you. I want to help you. There are so many things I know you can never do again, but forgiving and forgetting isn't one of those. I believe that, if we went to Pyrrhia, you can forget."
"I understand." Frute replied after a few moments. He managed to brush his wing with hers. It was times like this when he questioned why neither of them admitted their love for each other. Sure, they were both six, but he's seen some dragons who were together since they were four.
The thought brought back one of the rare good memories that Frute still remembered.
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Frute, Mallow, Flora, and Vervain had just finished battle training. They were only one, but already knew so much about the war. Vervain was a little friendlier then, but looking back on it Frute realized that there was a steady decline in politeness.
Frute was laying on top of Mallow, and the sun was bright and warm.
"If you had to chose any of these old smoke-breathers for a mate, who would it be?" Flora asked, ever the romantic.
"None." Mallow replied. "I would die before I marry and of these idiots. I love you all, but I am not having dragonets."
"I would chose…her!" Frute said, randomly pointing to a tall, dull-brown MudWing dragoness. "She looks pretty."
"Her?" Vervain asked. "Come on, Frute. Besides, I think she already has a mate."
Flora stood up from her spot and looked at the dragoness. "Oh, that's Russet. She's been hooked since she was two."
"How can anyone deal with someone for that long?" Mallow said. "Moons, sometimes I can't even deal with you three."
Frute rolled over so then he could look at Flora. "How did you know that?" He asked. "Are we secretly NightWings, too?"
"Nope." Flora said. "I think we'd be dead if we were tribrids. I've just talked to her before."
"You've talked to everyone who has a mate." Vervain pointed out.
"I've talked to everyone in general!" Frute said, standing up. He tried to jump while spinning, but instead he landed right on top of Mallow's head.
"OW." His bigwings said.
"Sorry!" Frute replied. "But on the bright side, you're head is very soft and cushiony."
"Thanks." Mallow said. "…I guess."