Wings of Fire Oneshots

''You Are Flower.'' | Clearsight x Sunstreak

A/N: Oh? What's this? Jessie writing a (somewhat, at least) canon ship? I just really like Clearsight x Sunstreak, so I thought I should write them next. Bear in mind that I haven't read Legends: Darkstalker in a long time, so my memory of it is very hazy, hence why I didn't really bring up any of the events. Besides, this is a Sunsight oneshot, not a Clearsight-is-angsty-about-Darkstalker oneshot.

For today's quick synopsis: Clearsight gives Sunstreak a lesson in dragonspeak, as she often does. He is a quick learner, and very eager to learn the language of her homeland.

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Summary as written on AO3: Clearsight gives Sunstreak a lesson in dragon, as she often does. He's not the quickest learner, but he's very eager to learn the language of her homeland.

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Pantala was lovely. Peaceful, tranquil, a place where everyone was at peace. A place where Clearsight could feel that she was at peace with everyone. She'd had a... turbulent start here, what with some dragons' initial suspicions of her, but the tribes of the Lost Continent were inviting, kind. She felt welcomed here.

     She felt at home here.

     She felt more at home here than she could remember ever feeling back in Pyrrhia. Of course, many of the dragons there were gems, too; there had been Listener, and Fathom, and Whiteout, just to name a few. But not everyone over there had been as great as those three.

     And, of course, there was Darkstalker. The one who haunted her for so long. The one who made her question every vision she had. The one who made her fight for their happiness, to no avail, all while he chased his dreams of greed and ignored the truth of what he was doing to them both, to himself.

     She'd had no choice. It was for the better of everyone. She hoped. But she was done looking into the future of Pyrrhia. She'd sworn to herself that she was, and asked her lovely Sunstreak to snap her out of it if she ever tried to. He hadn't had to yet, but he was loyal. Leagues more loyal than Darkstalker ever had been. She knew he would.

     Sunstreak was the one who had been helping her put Pyrrhia behind her - figuratively, as well as literally. He had only ever known a life of peace and harmony, so he was sometimes befuddled to see her troubled. Sometimes, she'd be staring at her own reflection in a lake, almost certain that the soft ripples her exhales sent across the water's surface were reflecting frowning images of Darkstalker and Fathom and Indigo and everyone else she used to know back at her. Then, Sunstreak would sit down beside her, and she'd know, because his scales were as bright a yellow as the sun itself (he was aptly named, she had to admit), and the gradients to pink that mottled them were equally as beautiful.

     He'd tell her he knew she was thinking of the Distant Kingdoms, because her face was doing that stressed, upset thing his face did when he realised he was out of fruit at home, and her wings were pressed against her sides like she was hugging herself. He always knew. But as instinctively as he always knew that, there was one thing he was still getting a grasp of.

     Dragonspeak.

     Communication was... sometimes not exactly an easy thing for them to achieve, even after quite a few years had gone by since her arrival here. Sunstreak was a very fast learner, and eager to learn the language of Pyrrhia, but it could be difficult to get him to kill millennium-old Pantalan habits and put Pyrrhian ones in their places.

     "What do you say to a lesson in dragon?" Clearsight asked the BeetleWing sitting next to her after a few minutes of peaceful silence. They were sat on the pebbled bank of Lake Scorpion, as they often were, Clearsight watching the gentle, unworried dancing of the soft waves across the lake's clear water.

     "Of course, dear," came Sunstreak's response. Clearsight smiled, moving her eyes up toward the canopy of jungle trees a distance above them. She'd never quite believed how breathtaking the continent of Pantala was. Pyrrhia, of course, was beautiful as well, with the Claws of the Clouds Mountains stretching their jaws up to the sun over acres and acres of forest. She'd never forget it. But Pantala, with its sunlit, golden jungles interspersed with huge, bright flowers and every plant you could possibly think of, was something simply too grand for words.

     Clearsight couldn't imagine her new home without the trees that covered the lands everywhere she looked. It just wouldn't be Pantala without them. If there would ever be a time, in the distant future, when the trees were all gone, and Pantala was reduced to a barren, dry savannah, well... Clearsight wanted to say she'd be glad she wouldn't be alive to see it, but she felt bad for all the dragons she didn't even know who would have to live in that continent. That continent that just wasn't Pantala anymore.

     Would it happen? Even she couldn't know, as much as she occasionally still itched to. Besides, she'd promised herself she would stop living in the future. And from that promise, she had discovered that the present was such a fleeting, amazing thing that she'd miss it if she dwelled for a second too long on what was to come. Not everything could have its outcome controlled, predetermined, as she had had to learn the hard way. But now that she had learned that lesson, she learned also that the outcomes of things usually weren't too bad if you just let history play itself out. Especially when you weren't grappling with the coming days of someone whose future was far, far beyond repair.

     She looked back at Sunstreak, who was sitting with a patient, serene expression on his face. His wings were relaxed, resting half draped across the grass, and it was at this that Clearsight realised her own wings were tense. She followed suit with a calming breath, letting them fall however they wanted to. This happened to be right on top of Sunstreak's.

     Suddenly, carried by a breeze and stopping right before their interlocked talons, there landed a crimson-red canna lily; the LeafWings had been devotedly teaching her to be able to identify and name Pantala's flora, and the canna lily was just one of the many names she'd learned from them.

     The lily's five vibrant petals smiled up at them as if awing at the dragons above it. The sight of it made Clearsight smile up at Sunstreak. "You remember what we call these in Pyrrhia?" Clearsight asked, gently poking the canna with a claw.

     Sunstreak made a pensive face, biting his lip thoughtfully, before a sense of remembrance seemed to light up in his eyes. "Flower," he said slowly, as though he wasn't sure of how the word felt on his tongue.

     "Exactly right." Clearsight squeezed his talon approvingly. With his free one, Sunstreak tenderly picked up the canna, extremely careful not to let his claws rip through its petals, and stuck the red flower between Clearsight's right horn and ear.

     "You are flower," he said, brushing the side of her head where he'd put the lily.

     Clearsight leaned into the touch of his talon, her smile widening. She was so flattered, she was sure she'd have turned bright pink if she had any RainWing blood. "Aw. But while we're on the topic, love, remember you want the noun to follow an article."

     "Article means 'the', 'a', and 'an'?"

     "Mhm."

     "Well then," he said with a more confident smile, "you are a flower."

     "Perfect, Sunstreak!" She nuzzled the underside of his chin. "You're so good at this."

     He nuzzled her back. "Because I have best- the best teacher."

     They both laughed a bit. It was light, but real laughter. It was times like this that reminded Clearsight... relocating to Pantala was the best thing she could have done.