Chrysalis

Chapter 5 - Scales of A HiveWing

SYNOPSIS:

Now a fugitive from Fyrerost, Silver must traverse the unknown undercity with Vivian to continue their hunt for the dragon behind the production of augments; in the upper city, Ravel leads her mesmers into the next phase, and a familiar face returns to the ruins of Hymeno.

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[scene begins with Vivian lying and sleeping against the wall of a closed shop in the undercity. His head slips down along the wall, and he jerks upward as he snorts awake. He blinks a few times, adjusting his vision and looking forward]

[Vivian sees Silver sitting on the edge of the giant tower the two dragons are on. Silver is facing away from Vivian, seemingly fixated on the view of Hymeno. Vivian groans as he stands up and approaches behind her, grabbing his head in exhaustion]

SILVER: [exhales and lowers her head] Everything is so different down here.

[Vivian stands behind Silver without giving her a response. He notices her tugging on her cloak as she scoots backward and stands up. The two dragons give each other a look]

SILVER: So how did you do it?

VIVIAN: Do what?

SILVER: The Flamesilk. What's with it?

VIVIAN: It's not your business.

[Vivian steps forward and walks past Silver, picking up Silver's satchel. Silver looks down at the ground, slowly turning around and seeing Vivian rummaging through the items in her satchel]

SILVER: If we want this to work...

VIVIAN: You. [pulls out a sheathed dagger and unsheathes it] Not we. My plan was to just get out of the prison.

SILVER: I know it's hard for you to trust a HiveWing.

VIVIAN: [chuckles] You just realized that?

SILVER: But we have to, at all costs. The cities are counting on us.

VIVIAN: Wow, little miss. When did you want to become the hero?

SILVER: Don't call me "little miss", SilkWing. [points at the dagger in Vivian's talon] And that's my stuff.

VIVIAN: [thinks for a moment and smirks] What'd you say about trust again?

[Silver groans in annoyance as Vivian holds onto the dagger tightly. Vivian walks over to a wall and leans against it, turning to Silver, who seems unamused and irritated]

SILVER: If you have silks that can melt the toughest metal in the city, why'd you need a dagger?

VIVIAN: It's not for me. [looks away and turns back to Silver] I don't like the feeling of a HiveWing walking with a knife next to me.

SILVER: Alright, let's just focus.

VIVIAN: Ugh, here we go again.

SILVER: You know these streets, and you'll lead me right to Dusk. When we find him, we'll stop him and his whole operation.

VIVIAN: [scoffs and chuckles] Everyone down here knows that Dusk is the biggest asshole. He has an army of SilkWings behind him. [shakes his head] You're not gonna get a few feet within him before an officer drags your body out of the city.

SILVER: [sighs in exasperation] Then what would you recommend?

VIVIAN: That you leave this place and head back to the upper city. You don't belong down here, HiveWing.