Stardust has always been a loner in the world of Pyrrhia. A Rainwing Nightwing Seawing hybrid with a bounty on her head, every full moon she moves, swift as a shadow. As far as she knows, her parents were both lost to war. Her only possessions are her plays she writes and her prized set of charcoal pencils and sketchbooks. When a bad moon brings four dragonets together, will she accept the call, or shrink back to the shadows?