Mandarin hid away in her hammock for the rest of the day. She pretended to be asleep when Bumblebee and Mink came in, even when they hopefully rustled around dropping several scrolls in an effort to wake her up.
Eventually Mink and Bumblebee went to find someone named Mint, and Mandarin took out the glowing gem. Sunny's going to notice that it's gone soon, she thought.
The gong sounded for all dragonets to go back to their sleeping caves, and Mandarin whisked the sapphire away again. Mink and Bumblebee came in, laughing and talking about how nice and friendly 'Mint' is.
Eventually they quieted down, and soon she heard the quiet snores of both of them soundly asleep. Mandarin slid the dreamvisitor out from underneath her, pressing it to her head. She filled her thoughts with a certain Sandwing, imagining the freckles on his snout, the tattoos of dragon skulls down his neck.
Her vision brightened, and suddenly she was in the desert. Two sandwings were fighting, one out of rage and one just for fun. The older looking one seemed to be winning, as he stabbed the younger, smaller sandwing with his barb.
Mandarin rolled her eyes. He fights so messily, she thought. I guess he likes a huge challenge where he teases them until their death. she wrinkled her snout. I don't want blood staining my talons all the time, and then my father would notice.
Raising her head, she called his name.
"Vulture!"
The sandwing looked up in surprise, giving the killing blow to the dragon he was fighting. "What're you doing here?" he asked, and Mandarin scoffed.
"To throw a confetti party," she said sarcastically. Vulture tipped his head to the side, obviously confused like the rest of his dumb, stupid, shitty family (except Qibli of course).
"I'm here to do my job." she said finally, and Vulture grinned nefariously. "Knew you'd say yes," he said smugly. Mandarin let her scales change to a black and red. "I haven't said yes yet," she snarled, "I don't know what the trade is."
Vulture smiled again. "Well, its quite simple." Mandarin bit back a snarky retort. It's never that simple, she thought skeptically.
"I want to overthrow Thorn."
The answer took her by surprise and she stared at him scornfully, hiding the look of pure astonishment on her face. "So simple," she said plainly.
"What's in it for me?" Vulture smirked.
"500 gold pieces." Mandarin, again had to hide her bewilderment. No one had offered her that much. But Vulture didn't know that. "I want more," she said seriously, "Thats only half of the job," Vulture gaped at her.
She must be good if even a poor dragon could pay her that much, he thought, hesitating.
"1000 then," he said finally. Mandarin couldn't believe her ears. "Now were talking," she said professionally.
"So, what do you exactly want me to do?"
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A Past That Can't Be Forgotten
Fanfictie*Notice* this is my first work so apologies if this is bad Just thanking my fave author @LaurenABlack and my good friend @QuietRaven888 for motivating me to do this. Peacemaker is anxious to leave his mother and the rainforest to start school at Jad...
