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[color=C0C0C0][color=2B547E][i]Speak to plants?[/i][/color] her thoughts echoed. If she was any other dragon, Bluemoon wasn’t certain she’d believe it. Even then, she’d heard much wilder things during her travels. Hemlock’s suggestion on tormenting others made her crack a smile. That was tempting, though she pondered whether the others would pester her more or just avoid her entirely. There was no way of knowing for sure; for now, she much rather kept her mouth shut and solidified the fact that she didn’t know anything about anyone’s futures, lovelives, or deepest, darkest secrets. It had gotten her through things up until now.  

Bluemoon closely observed Juniper as she explained the three types of dragons that had steadily migrated to Pyrrhia, only breaking eye contact when she motioned to the others that sat not far from them. The brightly-colored red dragon [i]did[/i] have some features that reminded her of NightWings, even if they looked vastly different than she did. [color=2B547E][b]”Now that you explained it, it isn’t all that hard to differentiate between everyone,”[/b][/color] she replied with a giggle. Super patterned and pretty ones were SilkWings, very bright ones with smaller frames and black stripes were HiveWings, and then there were LeafWings that bore more natural hues. Simple enough for her. 

When Hemlock spoke again, Bluemoon turned to him with a gentle expression. [color=2B547E][b]”I’ll be happy to give you a tour of the Scorpion’s Den whenever you want. It’s my job to accommodate the refugees from Pantala and make sure they’re able to integrate so they become functional members of society. It’s the very least I can do, so no need to thank me for anything.”[/b][/color][/color]