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[color=C0C0C0]Above their heads, the night became darker and darker. Its hue was so colorful out in the desert; the stars stood out so beautifully against the backdrop of blues, greens and blacks that sometimes Bluemoon thought she was looking up at the wing of a giant NightWing. 

When Hemlock spoke again, she lowered her gaze back to him. [color=2B547E][b]”No, this [i]is[/i] the SandWing’s home. They just live here with everyone else. In the past, the SandWing queen lived in her castle in the middle of the desert, but Queen Gila spends so much time here that she might as well live here.”[/b][/color] Bluemoon flicked her tail in slight annoyance. [color=2B547E][b]”Many don’t like it, though. Usually the leader of the Scorpion’s Den manages its civilians while the queen is in charge of everything else.”[/b][/color] 

Bluemoon caught sight of several dragons eyeballing them. One of them, a pale-colored SandWing merchant, gave her a particularly nasty glare. She was probably miffed they were milling around without buying any of her food. Bluemoon ducked her head and strode further down the path. 

[color=2B547E][b]”Any other questions?”[/b][/color][/color]