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Winter startled back, his head pounding. His tongue felt heavy, he couldn't think of anything to say, any way to console her.
His heart thumped to the thoughts of,
My fault. My fault. My fault. Hailstorm is dead, and it's my fault.
But this time, a softer, newer voice seemed to wrap warm wings around Winters brain, mellowing it out, and freeing him from the chain of repetitiveness.
You didn't kill Hailstorm. Queen Scarlet did.
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Winter and Qibli bounded through a series of endless corridors. They stuck their heads into alternating rooms, hoping to catch a glimpse of the familiar caramel Mudwing who seemed so close, yet so far away, in their moment of panicked misdirection.
"Let's check the prey center! Maybe he's still with Icicle?" Qibli suggested optimistically, he twined his tail with Winters to pull him along.
Doubt it. Winter privately thought, Icicle acts fast and merciless. Just the way father trained her to.
The two eventually stumbled into the prey center and looked around, they weaved in between dragons and craned their necks over the tops of assorted dragon heads.
Qibli pushed his way back to the scene of the attempted assassination while Winter waited impatiently.
A moment later, he returned.
"Well?" Winter demanded
The Sand dragon shook his head disappointedly.
"Then where is he?" Winter roared, gripping at his horns furiously, his mind scrambling for possible places they've missed
It had only been a few minutes! Where could he have possibly gone?
"Um, where is who?" a quiet voice chimed in, just barely loud enough to be heard over the crowd
Winter whirled to the source of the voice, not expecting to be greeted by a timid Turtle. He momentarily faltered, wondering how Turtle could have possibly been in the same winglet as him, yet Winter frequently forgot of his existence. It was a new level of undercover that Winter couldn't fathom.
"None of your concern! Stay out of it!" Winter snarled as an instinctive response. He immediately turned on his heel to leave.
What if everyone figures out that we're helping a convict escape? Am I really alright with that?
Turtle flinched at Winter's unnecessary aggressive response, somehow seeming to shrink even further into the ground. His eyes avoided Winters cold ones, instead he stared intently at the ground bashfully.
"We're looking for Clay, have you seen him?" Qibli amended in an urgent, but infinitely kinder tone
"Oh! Um," Turtle thought, his scales glowing methodically in sync to his thinking, "I think I just saw him heading towards the medical ward a few minutes ago. He was looking pretty glum and all, especially after what happened."
Winter listened impatiently, waiting for the moment Turtles rambling would stop so he could grab Qibli and go. He flicked his tail to catch the light, hoping to get the Sand dragons attention.
And he did.
He jerked his head to the archway exasperatedly, his brows lowering as he anxiously thought,
By the Moons, can you be ANY slower next time, Turtle?
Qibli caught Winters cue and thanked Turtle for his help, before the pair hurried out of the room, leaving behind a stunned Turtle who just mumbled something quiet in response.
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