Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
Note: This can be taken as a sequel to Overflow from the third prompt table. Yes, both this fic and that one can be considered AU now.
'talk' = thought
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Summit landed Sky Fury on a small cliff and dismounted from the saddle quietly, pulling a bag down with him.
He approached the cliff edge and opened the bag to check it over one last time. It held a pair of new art books, a couple packs of pencils (colored and plain black), a bag of lemon candy and a few other odds and ends.
Satisfied that everything was in there, Summit dropped the bag over the edge. He watched it fall down into the lava river below, right where a different cliff edge had once been. As he watched it burn, a strange sensation of light emptiness came into his chest and not for the first time that day he felt his eyes prickle.
Snorting to himself, he stepped back from the edge and pulled off his helmet to scrub at his eyes. While he did that, Sky Fury looked over the edge and spat something out from her mouth into the lava river.
Summit had looked in time to see something that was varying shades of brown, long and with a round part at one end fall. He looked at Sky Fury, mouth opening to reprimand her but then he caught the sadness and grief emanating from her and closed his mouth.
No, she wouldn't have spat, not here. She'd offered something as well and he knew why. The fact he hadn't seen it until then meant that she'd been carrying it in her mouth pocket, which must have been extremely uncomfortable.
Putting his helmet back on, Summit got back into the saddle and patted her shoulder.
It was an admittedly strange belief and no one quite knew when it had started but it was sort of...tradition that when a dragonator died on Old Earth, one could burn things to send to them in the afterlife. The closer to the site of their death, the better.
Summit pulled at the saddle bars, letting Fury know it was time to head home. As they flew off, he gave one last look at the lava river, specifically where it had flowed over and now covered a second cliff edge that used to be there.
'Goodbye, little brother.'