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It was dark.
Foeslayer almost wished she had chosen to stay on the canopy with the RainWings, but she remembered that she would then wake up under a too-warm sun much earlier than anyone else.
Why is it so cold? She thought, then she caught herself as she realised, no, she wasn’t cold.
Even though it had been two years since she was freed from her crazy mother-in-law’s magic prison, her midnight scales still prickled when a wind blew through the warm rainforest and made the temperature drop slightly.
Foeslayer chided herself mentally.
You don’t hate the IceWings. You’re not a vengeful dragon. You never were. Don’t end up like…them.
Foeslayer pushed that thought back. She hated being reminded of Darkstalker (or Peacemaker now) or worse, Arctic.
She flinched slightly when she realised that she left out Whiteout. Her daughter had been strange, yes, but she was as a part of the family as Darkstalker was, but Foeslayer was having her doubts about whether she had shown that to Whiteout.
She lashed her tail. She couldn’t do anything about the past. What she could do was focus on the future and try be a better dragon altogether.
She turned to the NightWing-RainWing dragonet beside her.