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Eclipse listened to the conversation going on between Skua and the healer, Cloud, while keeping himself crouched next to his father. His legs were starting to cramp up a bit, but he wasn't about to move. He frowned in confusion at the dart that was being held in between the healer's claws. He'd certainly never seen anything that looked like that or had the effect on a dragon's scales that this substance did. [color=ed1c24][i]Maybe Sunrise would know something, she spent all that time reading through old scrolls.[/i][/color]

He heard a familiar roar and glanced up to see his mother, Brightstar, soaring quickly down to the pulpit; light catching on the gleaming white scales under her wings and bouncing off her jet black hide. Despite not being directly related to the Queen she still commanded a great deal of respect, and the guards lowered their heads; stepping back slightly to allow her to move closer. A deep sadness filled her eyes as she looked down at Ember. The Queen had been one of the first dragons to truly welcome her when she'd first come to the Sky Kingdom with Storm. 

Eclipse felt himself sag slightly in relief, surely his mother would know what to say or do, she always seemed to know more than anyone else did. He drew his wing back and pushed himself to his feet, opening his jaws to say something, but quickly snapping them shut again at a minute shake of Brightstar's head.

[color=a187be][b]"Blackbird and Jet,"[/b][/color] she called out to two of the guards nearby, [color=a187be][b]"Please take Storm back to the palace."[/b][/color] The two SkyWings moved to help Storm to his feet and gently lead him away from the body of Ember. [color=a187be][b]"Take care of him, I'll be there shortly."[/b][/color] She took a step towards the healers and began a hushed conversation with them; occasionally gesturing towards Ember and the crowd below.

Eclipse moved to stand next to Skua once again, [color=ed1c24][b]"What should we do?"[/b][/color] He bumped his wings against his friend as he shifted uneasily, [color=ed1c24][b]"Should we try to figure out what the poison is?"[/b][/color] He sighed, suddenly exhausted. This festival was supposed to celebrate peace and instead it was going to be a catalyst for war.