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"Do all RainWings hate the rain this much?"

That earned Peril a scoff, one that meant Glory was amused, not annoyed. That was Peril's best guess, anyway, but she liked to imagine that she was getting good at interpreting all of the little huffs and eye rolls and flicks of the frill Glory liked to do. "I have no idea, but this is why we're never going to the rainforest."

"I thought it was because you were afraid I'd burn it down."

"Right, the rainforest burning down."

Peril giggled despite herself, the slight jolt to her momentum swinging her gaze towards the mountain range. Glory seemed to see the same thing, immediately darting towards the mouth of a cave in the cliffside.

She landed on the edge and immediately made her way in to get out of the onslaught. "Never thought I'd be this happy to be in a cave."

Peril settled down on the ledge a moment later. Now that she was no longer flying, she could hear the water sizzle away on her scales. "Is there enough room in there for two?"

Glory squinted into the darkness. "Yeah, I'd say so. There are some tunnels too..." she trailed off as she turned.

Peril blinked, waiting.

(She stood there in the rain, lit by her own scales, steam fanning up like dandelion puffs in the wind, when they drifted in through the skyhole and covered their scrolls in a delicate blanket of white. Beautiful. Was there any other word for it?)

Glory smiled, a soft and rare thing compared to how she usually liked to bare her fangs. "Come on in."

"Was learning how to fly hard for you?"

"What?"

"You lived under a mountain your entire life... there wasn't much room for flying, was there?"

"When we were smaller the space seemed bigger. More space to spread our wings."

"I can't imagine being kept from the sky for so long..."

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"The sky's not that exciting. Too big and windy."

"Really? It's blazing is what it is! I have so much space, just look at the things I can do!"

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"I don't think we were designed to fly upside down"

"It's not hard to do, I can teach you."

"...Sure."

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"I'd like that."

"You know, I'm starting to think that I'm not very good at hide and seek."

The cactus studied Peril without judgment. That was nice of it. It looked very stately sitting there, despite how fluffy it looked. The desert wasn't too bad, the texture of sand familiar and the sky so open she felt like she could fly forever.

"You aren't going to find me by talking to a plant."

Peril jumped, then yelped; her snout bumped into the cactus—it was not as fluffy as it looked—the spines caught fire—

The fire was gone as quickly as it arrived, the cactus unperturbed beyond a patch of missing fluff. Peril raised her head, feeling not nearly as as dignified. "I'm starting to think you have an unfair advantage."

Glory snorted, her voice towards the right, Peril came up empty as she scanned the dunes. "You did well when you were hiding!"

"Burrowing under sand is the worst experience I've had in my life."

The cactus suddenly seemed a lot more judgmental.

"After the murdering, I guess."

"After the murdering," Glory affirmed, but she broke down into giggles a moment later, a tremor that shook her frame just enough to mess up the camouflage. Peril spotted the fluctuating landscape immediately, triumphant.

"Aha! There you are."

Orange eyes blinked out of thin air at her, narrowed. "Oh you planned this."

Peril grinned. "I would never."

Peril was clearly hesitant, stepping into the river. Her talons lingered over the surface before finally plunging in, followed immediately by a hiss of steam. Glory wasn't sure if she'd ever tire of the sound.

"I don't think I've ever seen so much water in one place." Peril murmured, looking out across the wide expanse of sluggish water as it winded away through the hills.

Glory nodded along, remembering the small stretch of river she had access to under the cave. It was always frigid, and she hated it. The time Webs got it in his head to teach them all how to swim didn't help. Like the rest of the cave, it held plenty of unpleasant memories.

"Careful not to evaporate it all," she said in response, shifting closer to the water's edge. Her reflection was a little murky, disturbed by Peril's ripples.

Peril tilted her head as she looked back. "Do you think I could do that?"

"Would definitely be impressive. Peril, the destroyer of rivers."

Peril laughed, allowing herself another step forward. "Do you want to come in too? It's different, but it feels kind of nice."

Glory hesitated, then batted away all her doubts a little too harshly. "Yeah, sure." This was not the river Kestrel had shoved her in or the one Tsunami splashed her from. Not the one where the blood and smell lingered for hours afterwards when they tossed food waste in.

Still, she braced herself for the prickly chill of the water as she dipped a talon in, only to jerk back. The lukewarm temperature that greeted her was somehow worse.

Despite it all, she found herself smiling. "I see what you're doing."

"What?" Peril's glance back was furrowed with confusion.

"Going to boil me like a frog in a pot?" Between her increasing giggles, she could tell Peril had no idea what she was on about. It only made her laugh harder.

She was okay. She could handle a little bit of water.

wings of fire graphic novel book eight redraw. A crazy 4.5hrs

It’s blurry cuz I screen shotted it

i got carried away with the rendering

I drew a sad Peril. Her life is tragic and she needs a hug.