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"Is this seriously where you live? Of all places here you could pick, you chose here?!??!"
Winter was not enthused by Qibli's incessant complaints and rattling on about where Winter chose to live in Sanctuary. After all, it's not as if it was Qibli's house to make jokes about.
"Imagine the gall you had when you found this place! 'Oh, it's so dreadfully boring, a prince like me could never be fit for a place like this!'"
"Shut up, sand-snorter. I brought you back here so you had a place to rest tonight while you were in town. Don't expect any grand gestures when you practically barged in here anyways." Winter gave a loud harrumph towards the sly Sandwing, who dropped his bag on the floor and laid down as if to pass out from exhaustion.
Qibli did have a point, although he was rude in getting it across. It wasn't what Winter had been used to at the time, but now, he thought it quite fitting. It was a spacious home, one with enough rome so that Winter could easily hold all his scrolls and his belongings, and still have plenty of room for more dragons.
Qibli took advantage of this, and sprawled out across the floor as if to reserve Winter's home for himself. Winter sat on his bed and sighed, thinking.
Why did I even bring him back here?...
The Day Before...
Winter sighed as he walked out into the sun of a bright new day, tired as always. He was finally looking forward to trying to communicate with more scav- er... humans today. Teaching the dragon language, as well as learning the human one, he had to admit, was hard, but he knew it would prove useful someday.
The Icewing opened his mailbox, seeing if anyone had written him any letters of worth, or if he would hear back from the Talons of Peace on their newest "peace missions". He never went, considering they did nothing in the long run, and he truly had more important business to attend to. However, today seemed different.
A letter was in his mailbox, addressed to him, for whatever reason. Winter noticed that the letter had the seal of the Sandwing Queen on it, which could only mean one thing...
"Qibli." he sighed, shaking his head as he began to open the letter and walk back inside.
The letter read:
Dear Princess Winter,
How have you been? I have been quite busy, with the whole "Lost Continent" business, as you know, and with tribe things concerning Thorn, so I believe I have not seen you since before we left for Pantala! It has been quite a while. I would love to visit you soon, if I can, so
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