The Rainwing, Blossom, paused uncertainly.
"...Yes."
Borealis glared at her.
"C'mon handsome, stop being so tense!" She teased, swatting him with her tail playfully. Borealis did not like the swelling in his chest when she called him handsome. Why should he care? She was just some dumb Rainwing.
Although, come to think of it, she wasn't a bad looking dumb Rainwing.
He studied the graceful curve of her neck, and deep, cocoa brown eyes.
Then he caught himself, and mentally slapped himself.
"My name is Borealis." He snarled. That should stop the shivers that went down his spine when she referred to him as handsome.
"Borealis…" Blossom tried out. Borealis dug his talons into his palms. The shiver that went down his spine when she said his name were no better.
Time to change the subject.
"What were you-" he started.
"Naw, I like handsome better! I think I'll just call you handsome! Handsome, handsome, handsome!" Blossom sang out.
Borealis snarled. He hoped his leg healed fast. He couldn't afford any distractions until he figured out what the soldiers he'd overheard before they started chasing and trying to kill him were talking about.
Xxx
Evidently his leg wasn't healing fast. It had been a week since Borealis awakened, and only now was he able to try walking on it.
"Come on, come on…" Blossom coaxed, tensely perched on a tree as he pulled himself to his feet.
Borealis gave her a scathing look, and brought his injured leg to meet the ground.
Instantly, pain sent shockwaves through his body. Yelping, he collapsed.
"Borealis!" Blossom cried, hurling herself towards him.
"Are you alright?" She asked, her concern evident in her deep brown eyes. A dragon could get lost in those eyes, Borealis thought.
Different shockwaves were now shooting through him, as he realized how close he and Blossom were. He hated the fact that he found himself liking it.
"I guess we'll have to try again…" Blossom faltered.
"Yes…" Borealis muttered.
Their snouts were centimeters apart now, and Borealis couldn't bring himself to snap out of it.
Xxx
Totem opened his eyes, head throbbing. What had happened to him?
Glancing around he noticed signs of a scuffle. Spotting a familiar patch of ferns, he dragged himself to his feet.
He knew where he was now, the marshy grove between the Rainforest Kingdom and the Mud Kingdom where he and his foster father, Gravel, went every year to celebrate his hatching day.
Running his talons through the dirt, Totem smiled, remembering many a hatching day spent at the spot his egg was found eleven years ago.
Though he no longer lived with his father, being matured since age ten, the two Mudwings still picnicked together each year.
Now that half the mystery was solved, where was Gravel?
Looking around, new memories stimulated in Totem's mind. How they had just made a toast to celebrate, when three burly Sandwings had busted in.
How he had screamed, as they tied up his father. How the former member of the Mudwing army had fought and struggled, yelling at Totem to run, run far away from here.
How he had felt a familiar buzz in his talons as he prepared to enchant something to destroy the Sandwings, only to be clubbed from behind, falling unconscious to the ground.
Totem gritted his teeth. Who knew how long it had been since then? They couldn't have gone far, he convinced himself.
"Father!" He called. "Father!"
Tramping through the rainforest, moving every stick, stone and leaf, for all the good it did him.
Collapsing in defeat next to a mango tree, he rested his head in his talons.
Then he cocked his head.
Voices!
He had heard voices!
As hope coursed through him once more, Totem rushed toward the sound, crashing through foliage and disturbing wildlife.
Finally, he stopped to catch his breath, just outside of a small circle of trees.
Inhaling deeply, he stepped through the canopy.
And then froze, gaping.
This was definitely not where his father was.
Xxx
Blossom almost jumped out of her scales.
A huge, chocolate brown Mudwing had just-just… just walked in to her secret grove of trees. Indignant orange rippled through her scales, as she opened her mouth to give him a piece of her mind.
"Umm… am I interrupting something?" The Mudwing said, glancing between Blossom and Borealis.
Blossom flushed pink. Borealis. They had been sooo close together, she almost fainted. Blossom almost fainted again, when she realized she and the handsome Icewing had been having a moment. A romantic moment no less.
She jumped away from him, as more pink flooded her scales.
Blossom looked over at Borealis, who looked very much like he wanted to crawl into a hole.
Xxx
Borealis wanted to crawl into a hole.
Two things were racing through his mind.
What in Pyrrhia was I thinking, and, Why do I want to relive that moment?.
Because he did. Far too much.
Not the moment when the Mudwing interrupted, but the moment the Mudwing had interrupted.
When he could smell jasmines, see a beautiful, chocolate brown, and feel her smooth scales against his tail.
He told himself to snap out of it.
After all, she was just a dumb Rainwing.
Xxx
You dumb Rainwing, say something! Blossom told herself. She was usually chatty, but that darn Borealis had completely shorted out her train of thought.
"Um, yes?" She tentatively responded. Borealis shot her a frantic look, and fervently shook his head.
"No. No you didn't." She affirmed. "Nothing happened here. We were just, um, picking mangoes, funny story, actually. You see, I, um, he, uh, was picking a man-"
"That's enough." Borealis sighed, and turned to face the Mudwing, who was giving the two of them a funny look.
"The better question here is, what are YOU doing here?" The Icewing narrowed his eyes, and brought himself to his three feet, with the injured leg lifted cautiously off the ground.
Xxx
Totem paused, contemplating the benefits of telling them.
On the one talon, the silver Icewing looked pretty hostile.
But on the other talon, he was pretty sure that he and the Rainwing were a couple, and the Rainwing looked like she'd be eager to help. Plus, he could use all the help he could get trying to find Gravel.
Reluctantly, he explained his dilemma.
The Rainwing listened solemnly as he explained, whereas the Icewing was a little more fidgety, shooting cautious glances at his companion as his tail twitched.
"Ohmygosh, that is SO sad! Don't worry, we'll help you find your dad! Right Borealis?" The Rainwing said, poking the Icewing, Borealis.
"Oh, sure, with nothing on my stomach but mangoes from that tree, and me unable to walk, sounds like a grand idea!" Borealis said sarcastically.
"Don't be such a party pooper." The Rainwing pouted.
"I'm not being a 'party pooper', Blossom, I'm being a realist." Borealis sighed.
"Ok then, we'll fly back to my hut, fly mind you, because you can still do that, and get some food and some rest!" Blossom stamped,
"Sounds good to me, I'm pretty hungry." Totem agreed.
"So there! Come on, Mudwing!" Blossom took off, pausing to blow a raspberry at Borealis.
Totem shrugged, and flapped after her. He could hear Borealis grumbling, and the rustle of wings that showed he was right behind them.
Back again, with another chapter of my probably terrible OC fanfic. But, hey, the reviews I got were positive, so either two people are lying to me, or this might not be that awful.