The Forgotten SandWing Princess

Chapter 12

~Poison's POV~

With Tulip on her head eating grapes and playing with her scales, Poison boredly walked beside Kinkajou and Moon to the music cave. They had class in there next and Tulip was bouncing with energy and excitement which is why Poison gave her fruits to keep her mouth shut.

Poison was so tempted to shove Tulip on Kinkajou's head and walk off, but she also wanted to see Qibli playing the drums. She might not be comfortable singing and playing in front of others, but she had a deep love for music, especially the guitar. He used to love music and had taught her how to talk to music, how to feel and breathe music.

As they entered the cave, Poison found herself a corner to sit in and close her eyes waiting for the chaos to start. It was a music class, so it was expected for it to be loud, and Poison didn't mind the loudness at all. Most her life she lived in deafening silence with the only exception being her brain and the only escape being Tulip and flying. She didn't mind chaos and mayhem at all, in fact she craved it.

Poison's eyes lazily open as she feels Qibli's presence nearing and there he was. The second he stepped in the cave, he bounced to the drums and as always, he didn't play them, he flowed with them. It was like he was one with the beat as music fills the room and everyone slowly joined in. Tulip was jumping up and down on a table next to Qibli, dancing and swaying to the music.

Slowly, even Poison starts smiling softly looking at the scene in front of her. Joy was sparkled in the air, it made her feel warm.

She didn't dance or sing, she didn't even move from her spot. She either closed her eyes and felt the music or was watching over Tulip. Yet even though she didn't do anything, she had fun.

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When the music session ended, Poison surprisingly found herself disappointed, but of course she didn't express it.

"That was so fun, you should have let loose with us nah." Tulip grinned brightly, still not over the high of music, but then she says softly. "I miss the dance sessions we had when we lived alone."

Poison looked at Tulip but couldn't hold the eye contact and instead picked her up. She missed when it was just them both too, but she knew she couldn't ever go back to that life, even if she wanted to.

Thankfully she was saved the trouble of answering as Moon shyly walked up to them with a scroll in her talons, asking if they would join her to the library again.

Poison and Moon unsurprisingly had common interests when it came to reading because Poison read basically everything, cute fluffy romance (which she won't admit to anyone) all the way to gruesome and bloody ideas for torturing dragons (which most people would assume she reads).

"Hm, I suppose his scrolls are quite insightful, yet I feel he's quite arrogant with his writing." Poison mused over a random writer that was apparently one of Moon's favourite.

Before they could continue, Winter decided to randomly grace the individual's with his oh so magnificent presence.

Poison and Tulip simultaneously raise an eyebrow, looking at 'his majesty' with bored curiosity. They might as well have been straight up glaring at the pour soul.

"I want you to look at my scavenger," Winter demanded, rather than requesting as he should have. His attention was clearly more shifted towards Moon rather than the other two, suspicious, you think not?

"Oh," Moon faltered, "I- I mean, sure, but- I don't really know anything about them."

"Then use your intuition or whatever," he said a bit ominously.