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[b][color=0076a3]Feydellia[/color][/b]

It was quite the scene of distressed-looking fairies standing there as Dragon arrived. Upon drawing closer he had overheard a very pink fairy he assumed was the prince say something about the dark fairies attacking the fairy festival. What? The festival had been attacked? Well that would explain the Help written out in the sky moments before, allthough as far as he knew, no other dark fairies besides him and his antourage had been in the city at that time, and there certainly were no evil plots brewing. 

It wasn't just the blatant accusation itself that bothered Dragon, but rather the disdain in the prince's voice as he spoke. The kingdoms being at odds was also news to him, allthough it might be that the royals of Transfeyvania were in some age-old feud the rest of the kingdom didn't know of. Regardless, this was exactly the kind of blatant bigotry Dragon could not stand for. However, he could lecture the prince later as apparently, there was an attack happening. 

Landing outside of the ballroom a few feet away from the gathered group, one of the fairies, a pale blue fairy with blue hair noticed him getting there and immediatly looked very uncomfortable, which just made what Dragon had just heard more real. He sighed to himself as he took in the scene. 

Stepping back however, he suddenly stepped on something soft and squishy. Immediatly scared he somehow stepped on the royal pigmy-cat or something, he looked down only to be relieved he had stepped in a dropped sweet. Well, maybe relieved isn't the right word, he now had pink frosting on his black formal shoes. He sighed deeper and wandered into the ballroom, determined to find the culprit, all while his sullied shoe made that gross sound shoes make when you stepped in something sticky and continue walking. 

The ballroom was uncharacteristically empty and quiet, save for the ongoing conversations between the prince and the other fairies right outside. Were there even an attack happening? Was it all a ruse? Or was it one of those prank situations that ends in a huge dance party in a different ballroom? It wasn't easy to say for sure, but he did spot who he assumed was the culprit for the dropped sweets, and it was... a Pirate? That's so cool! Dragon was in awe for a moment, looking at the fairy with uncharacteristically childlike wonder. He then shook his head and decided to listen in on the ongoing conversations. 

He got back out into the hall outside the ballroom just in tide to hear a newcomer ask "Were these fairies turned into stone?".... Whet? Stone? Assuming he heard wrongly, he prepared to speak up, but someone else did so before he could. 

"Just now. We're trying to figure out how it happened, and who did this." the blue fairy he had noticed earlier spoke. "Which would be easier without the rain of sweets.". Her sentence was amplified by the sticky sound of Dragons foot as he stood next to her. There was a lot of chatter and speculation about what was going on, and while Dragon slowly got caught up in the present, it didn't feel real to him just yet, even though he could see the silhouettes of stone statues ere and there around them. 

“Unless you have a cure for petrification, I’m not sure what can be done… I still think a Dark Fairy is responsible. I’m tempted to go to Transfeyvania and have a word with the king myself! A spell like this would probably leave behind some kind of a Magical Signature. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about finding that would you?” the prince said in response to one of the other present fairies who asked for what they could do to help. The prince's response made Dragon physically ill. It was very common knowledge that the dark fairies magic was literal, and not some sort of mysterious "everything bad you can think of" potof curses and miasmas. Part of him wanted the prince to take this to the kingdom. If nothing else the king and his men would have a hearthy laugh before giving the prince a very strict wake-up call.

The prince then finally noticed Dragon standing there besides the blue fairy and walked over to him. "Helly cutie" he said teasingly as he took Dragons hand in for an introductory kiss. The kiss left a sticky spot on Dragons hand as if the prince had been chowing down on something very sugary not too long ago. “It is unfortunate we have to meet under such tragic circumstances.” he then continued. Dragon just kept glaring daggers at the prince, not at all moved by his sudden change of tune. He then flexed his wings for a moment to demonstrate that he had in fact, heard Everything the prince had said about the dark fairies.