Burgundy stared miserably down at the pig Reed had brought her. It was so plain, not even cooked, and nothing like the extravagant meals her mother cooked every night at home. "Um-" she started, freezing as Pheasant and Reed's heads snapped up. "Do you by any chance have some spices I could use?" She tilted her head, trying to seem harmless under the questioning stares of the MudWing sibs. "What I mean is- do you have some, Um, dill, perhaps? I could make-do with cumin, of course, or turmeric-" She stopped, shrinking under the eyes of Reed and Pheasant. Pheasant turned to Reed, looking utterly confused. "What in the name of bulrushes is cumin?" she said, staring at Burgundy. Reed smiled, looking very dumbfounded as well. "Erm, we don't have any spices or herbs, I'm afraid. It should be warm enough for you to breathe fire to cook it, though!" He added helpfully. Burgundy frowned and breathed a small plume of flame. "What are you doing?" Pheasant asked, staring at the tiny plume. "Um, slow cooking it? It'll taste nicer that way; my mother says so." Burgundy breathed the flame a little harder, obvious scorch marks beginning to appear on the pig. Pheasant shot her an unreadable look. She stood up and strode over to Burgundy, frowning. She stopped, leaned down, and breathed a mass of fire all over the pig, cooking it black. "You're welcome." Pheasant sneered coldly.
Burgundy prodded the pig, scowling. She hardly ever scowled. "This is what you call cooking?" She snapped at Pheasant, who seemed slightly taken aback at the loud outburst. "Well, what else is it?" Pheasant growled loudly back. "I dunno, WASTING FOOD? It's inedible!" Burgundy rose to her talons as she yelled at Pheasant. She was tired of being overlooked, just being seen as a small MudWing dragonet with no purpose at all, whatsoever. "How is it inedible!!" Pheasant roared back. "Why can't you just bite it and suck it up, hatchling!" Pheasant added angrily, sneering. Burgundy stopped, rage pulsing through her. Calm down, Burgundy, don't lash out. "What. Did you. Just call me?" Burgundy replied, deadly quiet. Pheasant's eyes betrayed her anger and surprise at Burgundy's answer, but she stood tall and still. Pheasant leaned down to put her snout next to Burgundy's ears. "Hatchling!" Pheasant whispered. Burgundy roared and took a step toward Pheasant, but Reed stood in her way. He had a rueful look on his face, and he pushed Burgundy down. Burgundy blinked up at him, and let out a long, low growl as Reed ushered Pheasant, still hissed, and clawing the air in the direction of Burgundy, over to the far corner.
"What was that all about?" He asked gently. "That UNGRATEFUL little SAND-SNORTER over there Complains about the simplest and most effective cooking style! When I, kindly I must add, cooked her pig for her FAULTLESSLY!" Pheasant yelled, and she breathed a blaze of fire directly at Burgundy, eyes wild with rage. As Burgundy scrambled quickly out of the way, she asked, "I'm guessing Pheasant is normally nice? You look very flustered, Reed." Burgundy smiled, determined to get on the right side of at least one of the two sibs. Reed frowned at her, and she tucked her head in. "Sorry."
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WHAT IF: Umber moved to possibility and fell in love? An Umber WoF AU!
FanficEDIT: I seem to have lost the rest of the story to somewhere... I've been trying to hunt it down, hence the lack of updates, also I have been lazy... Hopefully more to come soon! What happened to Umber, you ask? We never saw anything into him; how d...
