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[ID: A headshot drawing of two SandWing dragons from Wings of Fire. It is Sunny and Thorn, who are embracing each other for the first time. Thorn is larger and in back of the image, her head is gently holding Sunny's head close to her neck. She is looking slightly downwards at her daughter with tears of joy in her eyes and a soft smile on her face. She has warm brown eyes with dark sclera. She is tan with dark brown freckles throughout her face and neck. Her horns are dark grey. She has a few scars on the left side of her muzzle and along her neck. She wars a lot of jewelry: a red nasal piercing in the right nostril, two gold eyebrow rings on the left side, two gold clips with one red clip in the middle on the top of her left ear, gold hoop with a dangling orange stone in the left ear, a dark blue scorpion hanging earring in the left ear, and a copper chain with moonstones around her neck. She appears slightly scruffy. Sunny is a bright yellow dragon with a pale yellow belly. She has an orange frill with brighter streaks and some spikes sticking out. Her muzzle fades into a dark brown color. She also has happy tears in her bright green eye with pale sclera and a soft smile on her face. The lighting is very warm and calming. The background is a simple yellow gradient that is brighter in the top left and darker in the bottom right with some yellow spots here and there. /.End ID]

"Oh my little Beetle, I've searched every sand dune in the desert for you"

Probably the best mom in the whole series, well definitely the first arc. My favorite scene in book 5 is when Sunny and Thorn are reunited. It's adorable and it's nice to have a good parent for once. I also really can't figure out how I want SandWings to look. I know big ears for sure. But I can't figure out anything else. I've seen some camel-faced SandWings which are really cool, but I've also seen some with like leopard gecko tails to store water/food. And I've seen some really cool face/horn shapes. I am going to keep reworking them I think. Also, going to keep reworking my Sunny design because she's the dod I draw the least. I know I want a color point Sunny but not exactly how to do that.

#wings of fire #sandwing wof #sunny wof #thorn wof #they are very cute and thorn for sure calls her beetle still #thorn is also one of the best queens #i bet her and moorhen hang out sometimes #thorn also wears a lot of makeup and has like 2-3 tattoos #queen thorn #sandwing hybrid

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nivrad00 · 6 years

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The Pyrrhian Peace Summit

Marsh’s Epiphany

“The SeaWings are prepared to open up discussions of reparations,” said Queen Coral, “so that we may all begin to move on from this tragedy.”

Queen Ruby put on a dubious expression. “And which tribe, do you suppose, would be paying the reparations to the others?”

“I think there is no doubt in the minds of anyone present,” said Queen Coral, “that by massacring the civilians of the Summer Palace, the SkyWings have overstepped the bounds of war and committed an unforgivable crime.”

“I feel deeply for all of the bystanders that were harmed in Scarlet’s attack on the Summer Palace,” said Queen Ruby, carefully. “If I had been in power at the time, the attack would have never happened. But the Sky Kingdom, being located in the center of Pyrrhia, has been the target of attacks of similar scale for many, many years, between the guerrilla campaigns of the SeaWings and the dragonflame cactus bombing of the SandWings. I challenge any of those present, save the RainWings, to defend their tribe’s innocence in this matter.”

The crowd gathered in the Sky Ampitheater murmured quietly. It was the first day of the peace conference, and Coral, Ruby, Thorn, Moorhen, Seigla, and Glory were all seated onstage, as well as Sunny, who was acting as the moderator. Attendants, scribes, and royal advisors stood by. The stage had been decorated with seven tapestries, each emblazoned with the colors and symbols of a different tribe, while the royal representatives sat in a semicircle below.

Marsh squeezed through the audience to where the rest of the Copper Winglet was sitting. “Guys,” he said, out of breath. “Have you seen Coconut?”

“I thought he was with you,” said Snail.

“Where have you been?” said Mindreader. “The first day of the debate has been crazy. Did you hear Seigla chewing out Trueflier on the murder of the IceWing prisoners?”

“I heard Seigla is Queen Snowfall’s sister,” whispered Pronghorn. “They sent her instead because they were afraid the queen would get assassinated.”

“Don’t spread rumors like that,” snapped Snail. Alba looked away uncomfortably.

“Um, I’m worried about Coconut,” said Marsh. “I’ve barely seen him all week.”

“Check the tadpole pond,” said Snail. “Or the prey center.”

Marsh nodded, licking his lips nervously. “Alright. I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry!” said Mindreader.

Marsh did hurry, swooping over the pine forest as fast as his stout wings would take him. Logically, he knew that Coconut was probably okay. He might just be… having a late sun time, or something. But the longer he flew, the more nervous he felt. They’d been nearly inseparable since the day Coconut first invited him to sun time. Why was he suddenly acting so distant?

To his surprise, Marsh found his clawmate in the corner of the library. Several scrolls were open on a desk, and a dictionary was lying face-down on the floor. Coconut held a quill loosely in one talon, but his head was drooping, his eyes half-closed.

“Coconut,” said Marsh, urgently.

Coconut raised his head, blinking sleepily. “Huh? Oh, hey, Marsh.”

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I’m just working on a paper.” Coconut gazed blankly at his scribbled-over scroll.

“What about?” said Marsh.

“I don’t know. It’s supposed to be on the peace summit or something.”

Marsh frowned. Coconut was always sleepy, but something about his expression and his dull, indigo scales made him seem less drowsy and more exhausted.

“I could really use some smokeberries right now,” muttered Coconut.

“Are you okay?” said Marsh, nervously. “Do you need any help?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I don’t know. I feel like you help me with everything.”

Marsh hesitated. Did Coconut want him to stop helping with homework? Was he being overbearing?

“What class is this for, anyway?” Marsh said. “I didn’t know anyone was writing papers about the summit.”

“Oh.” Coconut scratched behind his horns. “Well, I guess Tsunami told me she’d have to kick me out of JMA if I didn’t start doing better in my classes, so I’m doing this project for extra credit or something.”

“WHAT?” yelled Marsh. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Coconut seemed taken aback. “I don’t know,” he said. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

“This is a huge deal!” said Marsh. “What if they send you back to the rainforest? We’ll never see each other again!”

Marsh felt like his insides were flying jittery loops. Why was Coconut so nonchalant about this? Didn’t he care? Marsh didn’t know what he would do if his clawmate left, if he was forced to sleep alone in his cold cave every night. Sora and Umber were already long gone, and that left only Clay that Marsh could talk to. And Marsh felt horrible for thinking this, but Clay wasn’t really his bigwings, because Clay hadn’t grown up with the rest of them, and he didn’t understand Marsh the same way the others did.

“Oh,” said Coconut, his frills drooping. “You’re worrying. I didn’t want you to worry.”

“Of COURSE I’m worrying!” blurted Marsh. “I can’t believe they’re doing this to you! We have to go talk to them, or something. I bet Clay could change Tsunami’s mind if we just talked to him. Or maybe this is just a misunderstanding!”

“I just feel like you worry about everything,” muttered Coconut. “You’re always doing things. Doing that much stuff can’t be good for you. Sometimes you should just let things happen, you know?”

Sometimes you should just let things happen.

Marsh stared at Coconut, still breathing hard. He could remember every moment in his life when he had just let it happen. When he had let himself be drafted into the war. When he had let Reed lead them into battle for the first time. When he had let Crane die in front of him. Maybe if he’d had a scrap of courage back then, if he had convinced his sibs to desert the army instead of just talking about it hypothetically every night, things would have turned out differently.

And now, his only friend in the world was about to be snatched away. How could he just let it happen?

“I’ll talk to Tsunami,” said Marsh. “I’m going to make things right.”

“Oh,” said Coconut. “Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Marsh. “I’ll be right back. Maybe you should just take a nap and let things happen, since you’re so good at it.”

“Oh,” said Coconut, again.

Marsh couldn’t tell what he was thinking, if he was grateful or resentful. Marsh could never tell what he was thinking. When they’d first met, Marsh had found his attitude calming, like sinking into a pool of mud and emptying your mind of troubles. He’d never had to wonder if Coconut was talking behind his back, or if Coconut was secretly angry at him, or whatever. But right now, he just wished Coconut would talk to him.

Marsh spun around and marched out of the library, pushing aside his conflicted thoughts. There was an unexpected determination inside of him, an exhilarating feeling that he could do anything at that moment if he really wanted to. Maybe this was an epiphany. Maybe this was how he turned his life around.

When Marsh returned to the ampitheater, the forest was busy with wingbeats. The conference had broken for dinner, and the royal entourages were just now returning to the stage. He soon found Tsunami among the trees, engaged in a heated debate with a gray-green SeaWing official for one reason or another. Marsh was starting to suspect she just enjoyed arguing.

“The point is to prevent future attacks of this scale, Princess,” growled the official. “Military expansion is the only way to intimidate the other tribes and ensure that they never try something like this again. There would no need to actually use our military power, of course, unless the situation demanded it.”

“With all due respect, Commander Shark,” said Tsunami, “That is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Tsunami,” said Marsh, trying to catch her attention. “Principal Tsunami.”

The blue SeaWing gave him a cursory look. “Marsh, can’t you see I’m busy right now? Ask Sunny to help you.”

“Actually, I, um, wanted to talk about Coconut.”

He was cut off by the sound of the academy’s gong, which had been moved to the ampitheater for the duration of the peace summit. Tsunami gave an aggravated sigh. “We’ll continue this discussion later, Commander,” she said. “I have to moderate the last session of today.”

“Wait, Tsunami!” said Marsh, but she was already gone. Shark huffed and flew toward the rest of the SeaWing Council.

Marsh stood indecisively in the forest, watching the rest of the congregation move to their places. He knew that if he didn’t act now, he’d never work up the courage again. But how could he get Tsunami’s attention before the conference started?

His eyes drifted to the giant tapestries he’d helped hang just a week earlier. He knew that they were only supported by a pair of ropes tied to trees trunks in the forest, ropes that could be easily burned or sliced through without anyone seeing. And the tapestries were large enough, and the golden bars holding them up heavy enough, to disrupt whatever was going on onstage. The staff would probably delay the session for a few minutes at least to clean up the mess. And then he could steal a moment with Tsunami to convince her that sending Coconut away was the worst decision she had ever made.

Part of Marsh was terrified. Taking risks was still a new concept to him, making a decision by himself even when he wasn’t certain of the outcome. But he was certain of one thing. He was done just letting things happen.

#wings of fire #writing #fanfiction #marsh #coconut #the pyrrhian peace summit #the boys are back in town :3 #coral #ruby #tsunami #snail #mindreader #pronghorn #alba #shark

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