Despite all her attempts to calm her sisters, Storm herself was now in a panic. She paced around the room, repressing the urge to start screaming like Crystal and Glade were. Well, Crystal was screaming. Glade was trying to yell around a mouthful of seagull.
Sandstorm and Mist were oblivious to the world again. Mist had her snout in a scroll again, and Sandstorm was trying - but failing - to hide that she was looking in a little pouch full of her stolen treasures.
"Okay. Everyone, calm down," Storm muttered shakily. "It's no big deal. Raindrop is missing. She can't be anywhere far away. We will be okay. The world is not ending. The world is not ending. The world is not..."
"You're calming yourself down, not anyone else," Sandstorm snarled. "You're just annoying and, and, just SHUT UP!" Storm noticed the miniature tornado swirling at the end of her pointed tail. That was not a good sign for CloudWings.
"Yo, everyone, I'm over here!" Raindrop's voice echoed in the room. But when Storm looked to where the voice had come from, she saw nothing.
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The CloudWings
FanfictionWhen Pyrrhia was but a tiny volcanic island of a continent, there were already dragons living on it; well, above it. They were the CloudWings, who helped shape Pyrrhia to what it is today. How did the seven tribes of modern Pyrrhia originate, and...
