After what seemed like days of flying but was probably only an hour, Storm, still half dragging Crystal, landed on Pyrrhia.
"What took you so long?" Sandstorm demanded impatiently.
"WELL, I had to HAUL this UNCOOPERATIVE little dragonet along with me!" Storm snapped back.
"Break it up! Break it up!" Glade said, leaping in between all of them and earning a stab-poke from Sandstorm's pointy tail.
"Okay. We can't go back into the clouds, because Stratus is there," Storm said. "Looks like we'll be spending the rest of our days here..."
She trailed off as she spotted Crystal flying away to the far northern tip of the island.
"WAIT! WE HAVEN'T PLANNED OUR TERRITORIES YET!" Storm yelled after her. But once again, Crystal was gone.
Glade grabbed a talonful of clay from the riverbank and began shaping it into something.
Cyclone was running in the other direction toward the sea.
Sandstorm was loudly humming and seemingly deliberately not paying attention.
Raindrop was blending into the sky.
Drizzle was nowhere to be seen.
Storm sighed. She trudged off across the land on the way to the patch of territory she had claimed in her vision.
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The CloudWings
FanficWhen 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...
