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The journey from Pantala to Pyrrhia is a long one, especially if you’re with egg.
This time, Swallowtail of the SilkWings and HiveWings was flanked by a small group of intermixed tribes. A small group of LeafWings was clustered away from her and the other group, tugging along a raft carrying a small dragonet with them.
After the breaking of Queen Wasp’s mind control ten years ago (and the discovery of the Distant Kingdoms), many HiveWings (including her mother) had decided to stay behind in the restructured Hives, with the SilkWings and LeafWings who had no intent of flying over the ocean anytime soon.
Swallowtail spotted a distant island and pointed it out to the rest of the group; while the younger dragons gleefully dive-bombed the sandy beach of the island, the hybrid descended slowly as to not hurt her undeveloped dragonet.
“Swallowtail!” Her friend Moth yelled, gesturing for her to come join them. The one flamesilk in their group, Luna, was serving as their guide to Pyrrhia; she’d already started a fire that everyone was clustered around.
There were three LeafWings and four SilkWings (including Swallowtail and Luna) in their group and she soon joined them.
“Okay, everyone. We’ve got about a half day’s or a day’s flight ‘til we reach the Distant Kingdoms—or Pyrrhia, as the tribes over there call it. There’s about two or three more islands until we reach it.” Luna said, greenish-yellow face seeming amber in the flickering firelight. “We wanna rest here for th’ night or keep going?”
“Can we rest here?” Young Venus piped up from her mother Calla Lily’s side. She was about two years old—quite young to be traveling such a distance—but full of energy, just like her mother.
“I second that,” Swallowtail nodded at the dragonet, raising her black-speckled talon.
“Alright then,” Luna rose to her talons and spread her wings. “I’ll go hunting for some edibes. Be back soon.”
“And I’ll go for fish!” Moth made a face at Swallowtail and then pranced away down the sandy beach.
After their lovely “feast”, Swallowtail and a few other dragons put out the fire and laid a few wing-lengths away from the main group, her wings splayed out over and giving her what little protection they could offer. The hybrid curled in on herself and made sure to cover her gold, swollen underbelly.
Don’t worry; you’re safe with me, little dragonet.