Name: Anhinga

AGH IM REALLY LATE HERE

NAME: Prism

TRIBE: Ice-Rainwing

PRONOUNS: she/her

WINGLET: Topaz

ABILITIES (LEAFSPEAK, MAGIC, ETC): She has the camouflage of Rainwings, but not the venom, and icebreath.

ABILITIES (POWERFUL FIGHTER, INTUITIVE, ETC): An amazing fighter.

PERSONALITY: Competitive, sticks to one or two close friends, shy but fierce.

APPEARANCE: Pretty much all white, except for shimmers of pastel colors all over her scales. She has semi-opaque spikes like an Icewing, and curved horns like a Rainwing.

FAMILY: Father is a Icewing named Sleet, mother is a Rainwing named Plumeria. No siblings.

BACKSTORY: Prism grew up in the Claws of the Clouds Mountains with her father and mother, until Plumeria died and Sleet sent her to school. Prism has never known another dragonet besides the occasional Sandwing or Skywing passing by. 

FAULTS: Overly aggressive, antisocial and grumpy.

OTHER: She miiiiiiight be open to shipping?? We’ll see I guess.

Does Seaweed have a roommate yet? If she's not dorming with anybody, my OC (Prism) can share a room with her.

Hey, a few hours ago it said The Sage Wolf commented, then TSW@Tsuki, but neither messages have shown up for me...

Apologies, we've been having technical difficulties today and were having trouble posting. Fixed now! --admin

I drew a kinda wonky drawing of Ash today and redid his backstory because I was bored in Latin class :0 his cheek looks weird because I messed up and had to use whiteout but all in all I think it looks okay? 

Ahhhhh, Raven, it looks great!!!

||Swallowtail||

I curl up in my carefully-woven hammock and gaze at my dorm-mates. I can’t believe it: I’m sharing a dorm with Anthophora!! And a NightWing-Icewing hybrid with silver scales by her eyes. That means something, but I can’t remember what. I open my orientation scroll and examine the map. I can’t wait to explore! I wonder if Anthophora would want to come with me.

“Want to explore?” I ask him, giving his shoulder a gentle tap.

“Huh?” He looks up, adjusting his glasses. “Hey, Swallowtail, right? Sure, that sounds fun. I want to check out the library.”

“Me too.” I love reading. I turn to the NightWing-IceWing hybrid. “Hey, Ender right? Do you want to come?”

They yawn elegantly. “No, thank you. I flew all the way here from the forest yesterday, and I would like to settle in.”

“Oh, ok.” That makes sense, I guess. Me, there’s so much adrenaline racing through my scales that I want to bounce around. “Come on, Anthophora.”

He adjusts his small glasses and follows me out the door.

We’re in a hallway lit by pretty light globes. I flick my wings back and peer out one of the round glass windows. Below, I can see a neat row of greenhouses, and I wonder what’s in them. I guess I’ll go check it out later.

“I think the library’s this way,” Anthophora says. I nod and follow him down the tunnel. I notice a LeafWing hanging more lamps.

“Hi,” she says. She’s older than me, and bigger. She checks a list in her talons. “Anthophora and Swallowtail, correct? I’m Maple.” She must be one of the teachers.

“Yup,” I say. She waves with her tail as we go by and says, “If you need anything, let me know.”

We found the library soon enough. The librarian is a SandWing with pale cream scales and streaks of pink around her nose. She smiles at us and Anthophora stares at her in fascination.

“I’ve never seen a SandWing,” he explains to me as we settle down in a corner. “I can’t believe they really have tail barbs.”

“From the tribe with stingers in their talons.”

“I don’t have any,” he protested. “Polybia does, but she doesn’t use them.”

I flick my wings back and run a claw along the scrolls available. “What do you like to read about?”

“The other tribes,” he says dreamily. “I want to know all about them. What natural weapons do they have? What are their histories? Who are their rulers?” He stops suddenly. “Oops. I’m babbling all this to a total stranger. You must think me very weird.”

“Not at all,” I assure him. “It’s fascinating.”

“What do you like to read?” he asks, pulling a scroll called The Evolution of the IceWings from the shelf.

I shrug. “Adventure stories.”

We read for a while, then get up as a group of IceWings come into the library. “C’mon,” Anthophora suggests. “Let’s go take a look at those greenhouses.

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||Anthophora||

I look over at Swallowtail as we pad down the hallway. Her big, beautiful wings are folded back. I wonder how they do that—HiveWing wings can’t fold like that. And she’s a flamesilk. What causes that? How do some SilkWings have fire in their silk, and others don’t? I want to ask, but I’m a little nervous. What if she thinks I’m weird? I don’t want to scare away my first friend in this new school.

The sun is shining brightly when we step out of the caves, and I have to shield my eyes. I can see the ocean gleaming brightly not too far away. The greenhouses glint in the sun.

Swallowtail spreads her wings and floats gently down towards the gardens. I flutter after her, thinking about how interestingly shaped her wings are, until we land in the gardens.

We reach the first greenhouse. Some other dragons are already there, watering the plants or carefully inserting flamesilk into the lamps. We push open the door and go inside.

Plants I don’t know the name of brush my wings as we walk deeper into the greenhouse. Swallowtail knows them, apparently, and she talks about them as we walk deeper.

“This one is morning glory. There seems to be a lot of that around. That’s a miniature pine tree. That one’s Black Fern. That one…”

“You sure know a lot about plants,” I say.

For some reason, she blushes. “Oh. I used to help my mom garden, back in the hive.”

I flick back my wings. “What hive were you from?”

“Cicada.”

“I’m from Yellowjacket.” We walk out of the greenhouse. A blast of cool wind ruffles my wings. I’m so excited to be at this school!

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I love everything that’s transpired since I was last on here. And I’m excited that my characters have dormmates! This’ll be fun!!

Here are some drawings I did of my dragons.

—Shining Star