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[color=#D1D0CE]Eclipse was right, after all. Then again, he didn't have to deal with chattering dragons almost nonstop today. He rolled his eyes, trying not to think of Cerise and her constant bickering. That old lump of scales didn't know what the definition of fun was. But, her words had left what felt like ants crawling under his scales. While this festival was meant to bring dragons together, he could still spot some overly cautious glances from several individuals. Three moons, some could even be considered hostile. Skua sent a glare at a NightWing that stared at him for too long before focusing on the smell of roasted meats. That was something that boded well, at least. 

Once he had gotten a whole roast boar, he took it over to where Eclipse ate and settled down. He flicked his tail as his fangs sank into the savory cut. [color=7ea7d8][b]"No news, other than what I heard about Queen Ember's speech,"[/b][/color] Skua mumbled around a mouthful. He felt bad for the queen. It was the first time a member of royalty had held so many dragons as guests in her kingdom, and tension was already crackling between a certain few of them. The NightWing stared at him again. Skua let out a growl. 

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Maybe all the old grayscales are right,"[/b][/color] he muttered. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Nothing good can come from putting all of Pyrrhia in one kingdom..."[/b][/color][/color]