Spectro had thought about it all wrong. In his prison, the only thing you had to look out for was the chandelier. There was not much space or time to practice. Out here, he had even less time and a lot more space. He had to look out for everything. Don't fly too high, or his wings will freeze. Don't fly to low, or he would crash in the undergrowth. Don't fly into trees, don't fly in the wrong direction, and definitely do not fly into other dragons. The night ended, and Spectro's moon camoflage would do him no good. His wings started turning a green-blue, but he swallowed his fear and turned them a greenish grey. He lighted down in a patch of heavy grass and trees, and hid himself under some large bushes. It was plenty big for the little Rainwing dragonet. Spectro decided to save the food, because unlike Dazzling, he would save it for when he actually needed it. He curled up, ignoring the prickling of the bushes. It was so amazing, out here. The rainforest went on for miles and miles. He closed his eyes, and went straight to sleep.
He woke up to voices. Rainwing voices.
"The queen is furious about him. If we catch him-"
"Is the prize good? Do we get promotions and lots of her majesty's jewels?"
"Yes. I don't know why she is even looking for him. It isn't like he would be worth anything, the little misborn."
Spectro winced, but it was to quiet for them to hear.
"What would she even do to him after this if we find him?"
"When we find him! Think positive! I'm pretty sure she won't keep him as a pet any longer. Probably make him into a robe or something. And I heard that Burn gives fancy prices for misshapen dragons."
"Hmmm... I never liked him any way... To ugly."
"But those scales are strange..."
The voices died off as the dragons flew away. Spectro was stiff with fear. Dragons that actually did horrid crimes against her majesty were pinned up alive and turned to clothing for the queen. Now he was next on the list for the treatment. It was either that or become a piece of jewelry for a horrid Sandwing. More of a reason to get out of here as quickly as he could. But Spectro stayed put. Ill wait for night, he thought.
He wasn't able to sleep, so watched the sky for the afternoon. The sun, a brilliant ball of gold, slowly inched it's way past the sky. The blue was even more dazzling than any color that the Rainwings could make. This is where he was supposed to be. Not trapped in a cage. Not towed around as a little accessory of the queen. Spectro sighed with joy, despite his situation. He consulted his scroll. He was going to have to go north, through Mudwing, Skywing, and Swiftwing territory. Hopefully they will show mercy if he was found.