ArtemistheNightwing (this tag better work( this may take a while, I'm known to write long chapters, sorry sorry sorry.
So this is about my SandWing OC whom nobody has ever heard of, Scarab.
I'm also assuming that Egg 5 will be a DayWing/SandWing???? I don't actually know, but I will write as if it is...
So here we go, I guess. Brace yourself for terribleness.
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Scarab glanced up at the midday sun, then back again at the milling crowds of dragons that choked the tiled square. It still made no sense to her, even after two years.
The Scorpion Den is something strange, that's for sure. I still don't like it. But Mesa's the older sister, and Father told me to obey her at all costs.
"Scarab!" Mesa hissed in her ear. "What did I say about being distracted!"
Scarab jumped and went back to weaving scraps of wool, strings, and papyrus fibers on the makeshift loom she'd set up. Her claws darted back and forth as she carried strings from side to side, over and under and around.
On the table in front of them, facing the market, were several of her earlier creations, rectangle-shaped tapestries of desert scenery. A sprawling canyon. A sandstorm, clouds billowing on the horizon. A flat wasteland dotted by cacti. All of them, formed by meticulous weaving of whatever she could find.
She was not proud of any of them. The frames that held them were rudimentary, the weavings stretched over them awkwardly.
The noise of the crowds were, as usual, unbearable: hollering, chatter, and of course the usual fierce whine of the desert wind. The crowds were a mass of gold, she couldn't distinguish wings from tails.
"Mesa, how long do we have to work like this?" The words were out before she could stop herself.
Mesa laughed, the diamonds beneath her eyes sparkling. "Until we get enough treasure to live somewhere nicer. And besides, there's good business here. The cactus collector who works our third cousin Aloe's best friend's uncle's jeweller, apparently, has something extremely valuable he's anxious to be rid of. Rumor has it..." her voice lowered to an excited whisper. "...that it's from outside of Phyrria!"
Scarab stared back blankly. Mesa often had hare-brained schemes of the sort, mostly relying on rumors from around town, but this? Scarab had always expected more out of her. Moving away from Burn's Stronghold to the Scorpion Den to try and support themselves? Alright. Scavenging and relying on Mesa's charisma and Scarab's weaving? Fine. But following things like these was just an INSULT. Her trust was wearing thin.
Mesa tossed her head. "I don't really care, but he REALLY wants to hide it from Burn...must be something valuable, eh? I thought it would be worthy to check out...My plan is to buy it, then sell it to Burn herself! We'll definitely get enough to live back with Father!"
"So you're saying we're relying on a whim?"
"Of course not!" Mesa scoffed. "Anyways, we're meeting with him tonight. I didn't want to tell you because you'd whine, but LISTEN. We need to stay until we have enough, and this is perfect! Those were the rules, right? Father said to move away and make enough money to fend for ourselves, and then once we'd be rich, we could come back!"
Scarab couldn't help but feel a tiny bit hurt.
I'd whine? Of course I'd whine! We're better than this! We were never meant to be in this situation.
