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[color=C0C0C0]Bluemoon nodded at both of the dragons in affirmation. They were all on the same page at the very least. That, and they were [i]friendly[/i]. She thanked the moons for that. Many times, even the refugees had tipped their noses up at her and stuffily claimed that they didn’t need her help. It comforted her to see that there were arrogant dragons even on other continents. She bowed her head deeply at them. [color=2B547E][b]”I’ll come back around sunset. Should be cool enough by then.”[/b][/color]

Just as she expected, with the descent of the hot desert sun came a gentle, lulling breeze that soothed many weary paws and sun-baked scales. Stained a deep purple by twilight, the sands were much more tolerable to walk upon; they still bore remnants of heat, but at least she didn’t wince when she set her talons down upon the soft surface. The dying light had brought along with it a sense of tranquility that washed across the refugee camp in gentle waves. Bluemoon walked past many SandWings whose eyes had grown droopy with exhaustion. Even the other dragons, like the SkyWings and MudWings that had volunteered to help, walked about with drowsiness in their gait. She was tired, though nighttime had seemingly granted her a second wing; she was excited to lead Hemlock around this tour that he requested. 

Bluemoon approached their little nook in the camp, brightening up visibly when she saw that both of them were still there. She walked towards them and stretched a wing in greeting before her gaze settled on Hemlock. [color=2B547E][b]”Ready for the tour?”[/b][/color][/color]