What was a Sea Talon doing here? Zoltar thought, panicking slightly. The last thing he needed was a Sea Talon. Their tribe hated the Shadow Talons and with good reason. The Shadow Talons had been at war with them little over ten years ago. Resentment and hatred between the two tribes still ran deep.
Zoltar started to think staying the night in the cave might not be such a good idea. The Sea Talon could get violent.
Then again, she was an exile like Felistia if she was here. Maybe the feels weren’t as strong with her. After all, her own tribe had deserted her. Bearing a grudge against the Shadow Talons would seem to be the last of her worries at the moment.
Zoltar knew he needed a place to stay and going out now that it was almost dark would definitely be more dangerous than staying here. Besides, Felistia would must know the history between his and the Sea Talon’s tribe. She wouldn’t have brought him here if she thought there’d be blood shed. Maybe the best thing to do would be to act like nothing was wrong.
“How can you see anything?” Zoltar asked, looking at the fuzzy shapes of the two dragons in front of him. He could see them quite well in the amethyst light shining from his eyes, but Shadow Talons were one of the only dragons in Megalonia to have nocturnal vision. Sea Talons and Ice Talons were practically blind at night.
Zoltar saw the Sea Talon roll her eyes in an exasperated way, before there was a flash of brilliant blue light, blinding Zoltar temporarily. After a few moments he opened his scrunched up eyes and blinked away the tears streaming from them. The Sea Talon was standing in the middle of the cave and every scale on her body was glowing in an eerie turquoise light.
Zoltar arched his eye crests in surprise. He’d read about Sea Talons being able to do this, but had never actually seen it.
“Zoltar, this is Shiraku,” Felistia said, batting the Sea Talon with her wing, “She’d been on the island almost two months now.”
“Hello,” Zoltar said, hoping to keep things on the friendly side. It was so strange talking to dragons that weren’t part of his tribe like this. Sure he had done a fair amount back when they’d traded with outsiders, but that had only been on strictly professional terms. Never had he thought he’d have a friendly conversation with a dragon other than a Shadow Talon. It just wasn’t normal.
Shiraku nodded at him, but didn’t say a word. She just sat there, with her tail curled around her talons as her scales continued to imitate the luminous blue glow.
“You’ll have to excuse her,” Felistia said, “She doesn’t take well to new comers. You won’t be able to shut her up after she gets to know you though.”
“Not if it’s a Shadow Talon,” Shiraku hissed through gritted teeth. She got up and strode over to the far side of the cave.Huffing to herself, Shiraku closed her golden eyes as she curled her head under her wing. Her scales slowly dimmed back to a dark blue in the cave’s shadows.
“Well…,” Felistia said, turning back to him after watching Shiraku, “I guess you should get some sleep then.”
Zoltar cast a questioning glance at Shiraku.
“Don’t worry about her. She’ll get over it, eventually.” Felistia yawned, displaying her sparkling white fangs, “There are far more important things to be worrying about now than a war that happened years ago. Now get some sleep. You’re going to need it,” she said as she laid her head on her paws and closed her eyes.
Zoltar yawned and stretched. It had been a long, tiring day. It was hard to believe that only this morning he’d been in the Shadow Lands. It seemed so far away now with all that had happened.
Shiraku’s deep, rumbling snores filled the cave, slightly muffled from under her wing.
Zoltar lay down near the entrance to the cave. He wasn’t sure how to feel about Shiraku. She wasn’t as bad as he’d expected, but she wasn’t going act like nothing had happened either. Whatever happened between them, he’d have to deal with it has it came.
Felistia on the other talon was a different story. Who knew dragons from other tribes could be so…friendly? Maybe it was because she wasn’t part of her tribe anymore? Maybe it was because she couldn’t be choosy and had to take the company that came her way or maybe it was just her personality? Either way it was nice to know that he wasn’t alone on the island.
Zoltar stared out through the vines hanging from the cave entrance. The forest was dark and gloomy. The sun had fallen behind the mountains and dusk was crawling over the island. Eerie calls were floating through the humid air, their sounds warped by the dank wind that was blowing over the trees. The two full moons were slowly rising over the mountains like antique silver dishes on a star studded table cloth of cobalt blue.
Every now and then a high pitched screech would rip through the night air reminding Zoltar of what lay outside the cave. He still had to get a Wisp Talon Scale and if he survived that there was a list of other tasks he had to complete.
Zoltar looked up at the twinkling stars and sighed. It was going to be a long year.