Mako woke up somewhere unfamiliar. She heard snoring. She was still asleep? No. She jolted upwards and saw across the room, on a separate bed, Zircon. She stood quietly. How did she get into Zircon's room? Or, for another matter, was Zircon perhaps in Mako's room?
And why where they both in the same room? Zircon had pearls draped around her horns and wrists. On the bedside table near Zircon, there was a short scroll. Mako carefully made her way over, and lifted the roll up.
"For Mako- you're the best!" It said, and there was Zircon's name, signed with a heart over the 'i' and there was a heart after her name as well. Mako's heart did a flip inside of her chest.
She looked to the side of where the scroll now laid. It had been rested on top of a set of beautiful amethyst bracelets, necklaces, and earrings. She looked over the scroll again. In fancier writing above it, "For ambassador Mako of the seawings. We hope you enjoy these beautiful gems from our kingdom." That was Zircon's handwriting still, but fancier.
Mako decided she wrote one in front of her mother, and one alone. The fancier one and the heart-covered one, respectively. She looked at the mirror, staring at her chipped left horn. It had a huge dent in it, it had been there since the time her siblings tricked her into hunting the queen's sister.
"Uhh, Mako. Isn't it obvious? Duchess Pearl is up to something evil." Wave said. "Uhh, no!" Mako defended. "Ugh. Mako, can't you just trust us? We are your… siblings after all?" Puddle had said smiling.
"FINE!" Mako yelled, "I'll do it!" She snuck away.
Mako was returned to the present as she felt cool scales sliding over her neck as the first amethyst necklace was slid around her throat. She heard a click and looked up to the mirror. It was Zircon.
If this were anyone else, any other dragon, Mako would have called the guards, but somehow Zircon's scales just felt comforting. "Good to see you awake." Mako smiled and spoke softly. Zircon grinned and walked away for a moment.
She returned just a few seconds later with a bracelet and horn ring in her hand. The horn ring was silvery-blue, and Zircon lowered it over her chipped horn. "Good to know." Zircon replied to Mako, as she stepped in front of Mako.
Zircon calmly lifted her talons and held Mako's claws up. She slid the bracelet on and put Mako's hand away. "Thank you Zircon." Mako replied calmly. But inside, Mako was the very opposite of 'calm.'
Her heart was doing cartwheels, butterflies flitting around in there. "Mako?" She heard
Zircon's voice. "Yea?" Mako replied. "What's the seawing kingdom like?" Zircon asked, unsure.
"Why do you want to know?" Mako whispered back to Zircon, who stood by her side. "I'm just. Interested." Zircon murmured.
"Wet. Cold. But beautiful. Everyone is happ-" Zircon interrupted. "The bad parts." Mako looked up confused at Zircon. "What?" Mako puzzled. "I want to hear the bad parts," Zircon snarled, standing up and spinning around. "Please."
"Well, it's cold. And Queen Kelp is mean. She punishes dragons for no reason." Mako spat. "She's stone cold. She's a witch." Mako grumbled. "I'm happy to work for my tribe, but-but-but she-she just…" She stumbled, anger filling her voice.
"I never get a word out, I never get listened to. I never do! Do you know how that feels?" Mako snapped to no one in particular. "It sucks." She snarled angrily. She felt Zircon's wing slide over hers, holding her a little closer than she'd been held before.
"I'm here for you."