“Get up, rainwing,” huffed a skywing. “Morning rations.”

  “Aw, my namesake,” cooed the light orange dragon, stabbing the mango. Within a second, she hooked his jaw with her other talon and pulled his muzzle through the bars. “Why isn’t it bleeding?” she growled, turning a furious red.

  “Your majesty!” he whimpered, bounding into the throne room, blood dripping from his punctured muzzle.

  “ No venom? Interesting.” Queen Cardinal said, more surprised by the method than the attack.

  “WHAT! I got attacked, and you care about the irregur method?”

  “Feed her meat instead.”

  “most rainwings eat fruit!”

  “And most skywings have fire, brother. Medic! Come patch up Ste, please.” her gaze nded on another skywing “Feed Mango, meat this time. I doubt she’ll be so generous again.” the guard bowed and walked out.

  “Pampered princess, why doesn’t she just adopt it?” grumbled the guard

  “ And I thought I was in trouble,” Mango ughed before quickly switching to dark and grim, “don’t let her hear you.”

  “Here's your meat.” the guard hissed, ying a deer in front of the bars.

  “Much appreciated friend.” Mango grinned.

  “Friend? I swear thi-... errand boy…-ve to panta…” he mumbled walking away swishing his tail.