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The quieter road was definitely nicer than the crowded streets. Still, Hemlock kept his wings pressed tight against his body. More out of nerves than anything else. He wasn't used to being around so many dragons, let alone so many from different tribes. He wanted to go home more than anything, back to the jungle where he and his father used to live, but he knew that he couldn't. At least not right now. Instead he focused on the curiosities of the city. He'd seen the Sandwings, but he followed Bluemoon's gaze to the bulkier dragon that was conversing with the soldiers. He had no idea what that was a didn't want to bombard her with more questions. He'd figure it out on his own he was sure. 

At his question about the Queen of the Sandwings he didn't notice the warning look in his guide's eyes. The nuance of expression was often lost on him he'd come to find in speaking with Juniper and the others. He hummed in half understanding of the response. If she ruled everything then it felt weird for her to be in one city all the time and not checking in other places. If she did stay in one city he would've expected the biggest place, which he assumed was the castle. 

He hurried to follow after Bluemoon as she walked into an even quieter part of the city. He shivered slightly at the cool air but didn't complain. A furrow crossed his brow as she whispered to him, [color=00a99d][b]"It's not like the questions are hurting anyone. She's the Queen and that's all there is to it, and I wouldn't know that without asking."[/b][/color]

[b]"And out Queen doesn't like you interlopers hanging around,"[/b] a gravely voice echoed from the shadows between two of the buildings as a troupe of Sandwings stepped onto the more well lit path. Not guards from the looks of them, but the weapons they held in claw were just as dangerous.

The one who spoke shouldered past Bluemoon, planting himself firmly in between the Nightwing and Hemlock with a scowl. His black eyes turned to Bluemoon and he gave her a sickeningly sweet smile, [b]"Why don't you just run along now, no need to interfere with the Queen's business."[/b]

As two other Sandwings moved down the other side of the street to pin Hemlock between them he looked between the larger dragons mildly. [color=00a99d][b]"I'm not bothering anyone. You all are causing more problems than me making a whole bunch of noise."[/b][/color] He could at least tell by the sharpened weapons these dragons were not of the friendly sort, but he'd been minding his own business. His father had always told him not to let others push him around just because of who he was. Of course his father's methods had always been a bit...extreme, but if it came to it he had plenty of fun things he could use in his pouch.

A brief look of surprise crossed the biggest Sandwing's face before he barked out a laugh, [b]"This one's got a mouth on him,"[/b] his stinger swung around to poise itself under Hemlock's chin, [b]"Think we should fix that before we finish this?"[/b] The query directed at the others standing about.