(Beware a possibly sucky chapter—I don't feel very motivated right now.)
Frute, once again, woke up with no one beside him. He must've slept later than he normally did—the sun was almost at it's highest. He got up, and tried to think of where Russet might've went. She said she was going to the Scorpion Den, Frute thought. Maybe she left without me because she realized I was useless. I'll have to ask when I find her—she couldn't have gone far.
He left the cave, once again alone. There were sounds of insects and birds, but Frute barely noticed. He was more drawn by a dragon shouting in the distance. It was coming from someplace farther away, but it was still audible. At first, Frute could barely make out a word. He started getting closer, and some of the words were easier to make out than others. He realized who the voices belonged to—Russet and Mye. Frute started running towards the voices, and by the time he reached them, he was out of breath and a little light-headed.
Mye was the first to look at him. "Frute!" She said. There was a banging sound. Frute had to look up to realize that Mye was in a reasonably horribly-made cage, but it was enough to hold the small SilkWing. When Frute looked at Russet, her face looked torn between one thing or the other.
"She's your friend you were looking for?" Russet asked. She stared at Mye. "There were tons of dragons who could've matched that description. I honestly thought you meant a MudWing or a RainWing, not this ButterflyWing."
"SilkWing." Mye corrected her, in a matter-of-fact tone.
Frute looked at Russet. "Why is Mye in a cage?"
"My troop has been stuck fighting battles that go no where. I'm their bigwings; I know what's best for them. Don't take it the wrong way; when I saw your friend, I knew I'd be able to do what I promised." Russet explained. "No one's ever seen a dragon like your friend before."
"She has a name." Frute replied. "It's Mye. I'd prefer if you used it." In her cage, Mye seemed to agree. Russet, however, just looked annoyed.
"Listen. You're smart enough. Just let me sell her, then you can take her back." Russet said. "I'm sure one of your sibs has enough to buy her back. Probably Rose Mallow, out of any of them."
"You're not going to sell Mye." Frute said. He walked closer to the cage, to find a door or a lock or something.
Mye shook her head, and Frute looked up at her. "Trust me, I've tried—there's no lock on this thing. At all." She said.
"How did you get in, though?" Frute asked.
"I got an animus to enchant it for me." Russet replied, despite the question not being directed towards her. "It was free, so I took the deal. It'll change into anything I want, and it makes transportation so much easier. Honestly, if that dragon hadn't come by when she did, I would've gave up instantly." She looked over at Frute. "So, are you going to be stubborn and demand I release your friend, or are you going to cooperate and just follow me until I've already sold her?"
"You are not selling Mye." Frute repeated. "I don't care why you're doing it. We're all dragons."
Russet walked over to Frute. "Okay, then. But you asked for it." She looked at Mye—no, the cage—and said, "Turn into a easy-to-fly-with wagon that can carry two dragons, and shove this hybrid in there with the SilkWing."
Frute blinked once, then he was inside some sort of long, narrow room. He heard clicks, and realized that somehow they were in the air. There was a single window, showing the land that they have just left. Mye went over to him. When he looked at her, several things were written on her face. Annoyance. Worry. A little bit of guilt. Relief. The list could go on forever.
"Why am I surprised you came?" She asked. "I thought you would've gone back home, either to find help or to just leave."
"I would never leave you here in Pyrrhia, supposedly kidnapped." Frute replied.
"I am a little flattered, though." Mye managed to laugh a little. "At least I'm pretty enough to kidnap. Even if it is to sell later and probably die."
"Well, never get kidnapped again. You made me worried."
"If I do, I'll try to remember that you will come for me. It'll just take you a few days."
"Hey, I had to ask around just to find one dragon. And you know who I talked to first? Vervain and Flora."
"Your old sibs?"
"The one and only. I'm going to be honest—I'm a little disappointed that I couldn't see Mallow, either."
Mye looked at Frute. "Well, maybe next time." She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled back, happy to have found her.