![]() ![]() ![]() “I was not aware that anything was wrong with me,” Glory said, firmly keeping her scales from changing color. “And it’s almost our sun time, so if you must, then do it quietly.” “You can hunt if you want,” she said, “but really, it’s a waste of energy.” She glanced up at the sky again. Starflight scanned the platform with a disappointed expression. Queen Scarlet was the one who’d given her pineapple. She knew more from reading about it in scrolls than from the few berries Webs had sometimes brought back. Under the mountain, the dragonets had almost never eaten fruit. She poked it with one claw, wondering if she had to peel it. Glory picked up the one closest to her: lime-green and star-shaped, it smelled like pineapple and basil. Strange shapes bounced and rolled across the platform, bumping against Glory’s sleeping friends. “Hope you’re hungry,” Liana said as the dragons opened their talons. The RainWing scanned the leaves overhead, then smiled as five small dragons in shades of sky blue and copper dropped through the canopy toward them. Liana didn’t seem ruffled by Glory’s reaction. She clamped down on her emotions, turning her scales back to a treetop green that matched the background. All right, there was one thing that made her uncomfortable: the way the other RainWings looked at her as if they expected to understand every thought she had, just by reading her scales. “I know, isn’t it pretty? We quite like our village, too,” Liana said, practically in Glory’s ear. ![]()
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