Day 11
Chapter 4
It was far too late for this.
Evening was fleeting, the sun taking its orange, violet and indigo ribbons with it as it sunk further below the world's rim. In its place darkness was setting in. If the moon were visible tonight it was hidden behind the thickening roof of clouds still drifting in from the other continents. Even with her pale scales it wouldn't be easy to find Magnolia before night set in proper.
Almost unfairly, with little time to think after the realisation hit them coupled with her disability, Iris was left to watch the sleeping hatchlings while Zin and Cin split up to check the immediate area; Zinnia by ground and Hyacinth, with some effort, by air. She didn't go too far out nor he too high for fear of getting too distant from what was now going to have to be their campsite.
No sign of the Ridgeback at this minimal level. They'd have to go further. Surely she couldn't have gotten too far in this amount of time, right? Ridgebacks in general had great strides, true, but it had been a matter of minutes between her standing up and her disappearing.
“Magnolia?” the Skydancer shouted as best as he could. Between the added effort needed to pump his wings in the dead air and still feeling stiff from the run and tumble earlier it was hard to fill his lungs enough for his voice to carry. “Magnolia! Where are you?”
He was becoming increasingly aware of the strain on his back and shoulders. He needed to land and soon. As he tilted his blue-plumed wings to descend however the Skydancer had the thought to gain higher ground first. A good vantage point may give him a better view. Mind set he twisted his wings the other way, pumping hard so to reach the top of the windmill.
So tired he was by the time he'd managed to reach the peak that he had to grab the rim and practically heave himself over.
Gods I wish I'd been born a Wind dragon. he thought to himself as he got into a more comfortable position to survey the lands below. Nothing. No glimpse of a large, white shape anywhere ahead in the falling gloom.
Great.
It wasn't until his panting subsided that Hyacinth became increasingly aware that he was not alone up here. Without his own breath filling his ears he heard something large moving behind him. Someone was muttering to themselves. Taking one long breath to steady himself the Skydancer took in another in preparation to attack his unexpected companion. After a count of five he whirled around.
And stopped, the ball of light in his jaws dissipating.
“Magnolia?”
Indeed, even though it hadn't been as long as it may have felt, all the time spent searching for her this is where the Ridgeback had gone. It must have been when the three of them were attempting to feed the hatchlings, so preoccupied they'd been none of them had heard her leave.
“Magnolia.” he called again when she didn't respond the first time. “Maggie! What are you doing up here?”
Still nothing, still keeping on with whatever held her interest. Shaking himself out a little to smooth his ruffled pelt and plumes, then readjusting his robes, Hyacinth padded around the blissfully large amount of space between his friend and the edge of the pinwheel, seating himself in her line of sight and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Lifting a hand to his mouth he coughed.
“Wh-what?” That worked. “Cin?” The flustered Ice-borne clamoured, hiding something behind her back. “When did you get up here?”
“Roughly five minutes ago.” the Skydancer responded, shifting his specs more in a nerdy fashion than a need to actually adjust them. Then seriously continued, “We got worried when you'd vanished. You really shouldn't run off like that. Or fly. Or climb, however it is you got here.”
Maggie shifted, bringing her hands back around to her front though not yet revealing what she held. “It's just...” She hesitated as if unsure if what she was about to say would be worthwhile.“Um, well... I kind of borrowed some items from Zinnia's workshop back at Mistral Zenith. And...”
“Borrowed or
borrowed?”
“...
Borrowed.”
“Ah.”
“B-but look!” she held out the object she'd been fiddling with. It appeared to be an assortment of plastic pieces with rubber tubes sticking out of them. Hyacinth raised a sceptical eye ridge. “See, this tube will be filled with water,” Maggie explained pointing to each part in turn, “so it'll be all chewy and squidgy to bite on. And this bit can be squeezed, and this is where you, technically but we know what hatchlings are like, hold it. An-and you can smack it against things and this bit will rattle...”
“You're making a toy for the hatchlings.” It was more a conclusive statement than a question. “That's... Maggie you didn't need to hide to do this.”
The white Ridgeback lowered her head sadly. “Zinnia didn't like me being around them so I wanted to prove I could manage it.” She held out the half-finished toy again. “My mother used to make things like this for me when I was in my bitey phase. Even though...” she took a suddenly ragged breath. Was she crying? “Even though... she moved around a lot. I have a lot of brothers and sisters from... different fathers.” Her hands tightened at that. “But even though none of them stayed to help her mum looked after each and every one of us.”
Blinking back tears Maggie fixed her ironically Icy gaze on Hyacinth, almost pleadingly. “I want to do the same. I want to show I can care for young dragons the same way she did. I want you and Zinnia and Iris to see that I am capable.”
“Magnolia, I...” the Light dragon sighed lightly, pulling back his cowl and shaking out his azure crests. For the first time since he'd commissioned this hood his antennae perked up and he winced at the hurt and misery emanating from the distraught Ridgeback. “It's not that we doubt your abilities. Zinnia merely wants to make sure the hatchlings are safe. Your species as a whole... You saw the Fae. Ridgebacks in general, along with Imperials and some Guardians, just aren't made to handle such tiny creatures.”
Above him Maggie sniffled. “But that doesn't mean you can't help or be around them at all.” He quickly amended, laying a taloned hand on her large knee. “If there's anyone best suited to caring for any hatchling it would be you.” It was hesitant but she managed a smile. “Now come on, we need help naming the blighters. I'm sure they'll be thrilled with the toy once it's finished, too.”
“...Yeah. Yeah they will. I'm sure. I loved mine growing up. I just hope the ones I make are as good as-” A sharp grumble from her stomach interrupted her, making her slink back again in shame.
“I wish I didn't feel hungry all the time.” Maggie managed after a moment. “I'm not greedy, I promise. Y'know, aside from my breed's... tendencies. It's just, no matter how much I eat I never feel full. And even though I eat a lot I never seem to put on weight either.” Subconsciously she lay a hand over her midsection as she spoke. “Doctor said I was underweight for my age. Always have been.”
“Sounds to me like you have a high metabolism.”
“A high what?”
“Metabolism.” Hyacinth repeated, putting his finger to his chin the way he always did when recalling information. Or being plain nerdy. “Basically speaking it means your body processes food more efficiently than most, but also faster meaning you need to consume more to keep up with it. There's nothing wrong with you as long as you keep on top of your nutrient intake. Understandably it looks like greed to those who don't know better.”
Magnolia blinked as she took this in. “I... wow. Kind of amazed the doctor I went to never mentioned anything like that. I... kinda feel better now. Huh.”
Hyacinth chuckled beside her. “Unfortunately not all doctors are as well versed in some areas than they really should be.” He shifted, getting more comfortable and honestly enjoying the rush of contentment he felt from his pale companion. “That's one reason I'm training to be a medic myself. Put all those books to use.”
She shot him a wry grin. “Oh so you don't read just to read?” she teased, giving him a gentle nudge.
“Well... maybe.” He grinned back. “Now come on, the girls will want to know you're okay.” They Skydancer stood, stretching out his wings in preparation to glide down the tower, wincing slightly at the stiffness of today's events.
Seriously. It had only been a single day since they left and already so much had happened. He shook his head as he marvelled at this revelation, turning to check on Maggie as she too flared her wings. Then together they jumped, circling down the windmill towards the grass below.

Next Chapter

I made a reason for Cin's apparel! Yay!
As a side note, some of you know how interested I can be in dragon sizes and of course had to do a quick comparison of the Ill Wind team. I also included the hatchlings for fun, substituting tundra for Lupin since gaolers are currently still being worked on.
Heck. The babies are 3 days old site-wise and Lupe's already almost as big as Cin and Ris. They're gonna be so confused when he
keeps growing.
For that I decided to compare him with the longest recorded tundra on the
old dragon census and a random gaoler I picked out.
He's going to be a big floof.