The Princess of the SeaWings disturbed the water with her tail, creating little ripples across the surface. It was nothing compared to the large splashes the other SeaWings were making, and usually Anemone would be joining them; but today she felt perfectly content on her boulder.

She was in the underground pool, as she always was whenever the students of Jade Mountain Academy had free time. Naturally, it was the SeaWings' favourite place in the school. It was also favoured by a couple of RainWings: namely Kinkajou who loved spending her time there with Turtle, and... Tamarin.

Anemone felt her heart speed up at just the thought of the blind RainWing as she stole a glance at her. Tamarin was resting on one of the large flat boulders by the pool, her tail and claws drawing in the water, creating paintings in the ripples.

Anemone groaned internally. She would love to be even just Tamarin's friend. But Tamarin was a RainWing and she was a SeaWing.

And worse... Tamarin was a girl.

Usually, such a frivolous detail wouldn't matter; in fact, if Anemone were anyone but herself, it wouldn't matter. But of course, the thought had crossed Anemone's mind more than once (mostly due to Pike constantly reminding her – why?) about the fact that a princess as herself could only produce heirs to the royal bloodline if she had dragonets – and to have dragonets meant finding a partner. A male partner.

Speaking of Pike, the thin grey-ish student wasn't in the water playing with the other SeaWings; instead he stood rooted behind Anemone, with a face like he was ready to protect her, as always. 

Anemone turned her full attention back to Tamarin, who was a lavender-purple colour with her underbelly a light yellow. The colours weren't bright like Kinkajou's, but more... muted.

Pulses of red ebbed from around the scars Tamarin had received from her time in the rainforest and the burns from the history cave. Every time she had a muscle-spasm or wing-twitch, the RainWing made a face as though she was trying not to wince.

Anemone sighed, crossing over her paws. Without really registering what she was thinking, she said to herself, "I wish you would just heal up already, scars! You don't even deserve to be on a dragon that beautiful, let alone cause her –"
She caught herself too late.

No sooner than the words had left the Princess's enchanted jaws did the command leap to life.
Before her eyes, Tamarin's injuries healed up – the cuts closing over themselves to create skin, the burns fleshing over to rebuild muscle and scales.
A lifetime of learning and falling and failure erased itself from the RainWing's body.

Tamarin gasped loudly, out of shock rather than pain. "What's going on?" She asked, her eyes growing wide behind the blindfold. "I – my burns!" Her paws went to her sides, feeling the new skin. "The scars, I ... I can't feel them anymore!"

Then Anemone had an idea.

"Oh, goodness, Tamarin!" The Princess leapt off the boulder and made her way to the RainWing in question, leaving an alarmed Pike behind her. "I'm so sorry, Tamarin, that was me! I accidentally enchanted your scars away!"

Tamarin's jaw fell, facing the Princess as she stopped a paw away from her. "You... magicked them away?"

Anemone nodded instinctively, went to mentally slap herself, then realised Tamarin would know anyway. "I, um, I acted out of instinct when I saw you were in... in pain."

Tamarin was still touching for the burns to make sure they were really gone. She stirred the water thoughtfully with her tail. "I... I mean, I'm not in pain anymore... but I did like my scars..."

Anemone tilted her head. "Um... I guess I could magic them back on there, right? If you wanted me to?"

Tamarin shook her head. "No, it's fine. Just a bit alarming, is all. I mean, I've had those scars all my life. They're... part of me. Like how being blind is part of me."

The Princess was hesitant, but she asked anyway. "Tamarin, if you had the chance to see... would you take it?"

Tamarin screwed her eyebrows together. "I... I don't know." The RainWing smiled, just faintly, in amusement. "I mean, I've only thought about it all my life. But... it's who I am, isn't it?" She let gravity pull her head forlornly downward. "I'm the blind one. That's me. I'm the one that can't see."

"That is not who you are," Anemone replied, splashing the water a bit to emphasise her point. "You are so much more than that, Tamarin! You're thoughtful and smart and so caring and kind. And the moons know you have more tolerance than any dragon I've ever met."

She took a breath, wondering if she had crossed the line. Anemone watched Tamarin closely, trying to gauge her reaction.

The RainWing still looked doubtful. 

Splashing came up behind them. "Princess!" Pike cried. "It's nearly time to go."

No, not yet, please.

"Give me a minute, Pike!" Anemone responded offhandedly. Pleading, more like.
"Tamarin," she addressed, her heart thumping faster. "If you could stop being blind, would you take the chance?"

The possibility hung in the air. Time was running short. There was a lot of stress.

Tamarin opened her mouth, then closed it again. She swallowed, then nodded. "Yes," she said. "Of course I would."

Anemone's breath came out in a whoosh. "Tamarin, do you trust me?"

The red from Tamarin's scales was long gone; now, blooms of pink flourished on the lavender and yellow backdrop of the RainWing's sleek body.

"Yes. I trust you, Anemone," she answered.

"Princess?" Pike prompted from behind the two.

"I won't be long," the Princess in question hissed at her self-appointed bodyguard, her teeth snapping around the words. Then she turned her head once more to Tamarin.

She raised a talon, shaking it to make sure it was dry. Her heartrate bumped up to five times its normal speed, but Anemone forced her talon to stop shaking. She was not allowed to lose focus, not now.

"My talon is near your cheek," the Princess confirmed in a soft voice, in case Tamarin couldn't sense it. The RainWing twitched her tail in acknowledgement, and Anemone gently hooked her talon underneath the leaf blindfold so her claw was hovering over Tamarin's temple – but also making sure the only part she touched was the blindfold.

Anemone inhaled silently, then spoke:
"I enchant this blindfold so that the moment I tear it, the dragon who used to wear it will have the eyesight as perfect as a hawk's in the day and as keen as an owl's at nighttime."

As softly as she could in one swift motion, Anemone stabbed her claw through the blindfold and ripped it through. 
It fell from Tamarin's head, revealing her closed eyes.

Tamarin reeled, sputtering in alarm. She opened her eyes, and instead of pupil-less clear irises there resided eyes as amber and warm as sunshine.
"Anemone! How did – why... what... what..." 

Tamarin blinked obsessively, as if convinced her new sense would disappear as suddenly as it had come. She stared at her talons in front of her. "What..."

Hesitantly, Anemone took one of the paws in her own. 
Tamarin's line of sight drifted up from her own paw to Anemone.
Her new daffodil eyes widened.

"Anemone... is that you?"

The SeaWing nodded, a small but warm smile on her snout.

"You're..." Tamarin's eyes pooled with tears. She rushed forward, crumpling the Princess into a tight hug. Her wings seemed to shield the two from all outside inspection: inside existed only them, only in this moment.

Anemone stiffened with shock, but quickly melted into the hug.

"You're beautiful," Tamarin whispered – half to herself. As she pulled back, she did not shy away from scrutinising her new best friend. She extended the SeaWing's wing to reveal the royal patterns.
"My moons, I can't thank you enough," Tamarin's voice wavered. She blinked to erase her tears, though they had been freely falling for a few moments.

Anemone never wanted to leave this cave, so long as it meant she'd stay here and talk to Tamarin. She never wanted to leave this moment, basking in Tamarin's affection and elation.

Words the SeaWing wanted to spill rushed to her surface, threatening to break the tension, threatening to flow out of her like a waterfall.

She caught them like bubbles, tenderly leading them back to the cave inside her chest. It was too soon.
Just a little bit longer, Anemone promised herself. 

"Princess," Pike splashed up next to her. "The gong has sounded, it's time to leave."

Tamarin dropped the girl's wing, turning her new eyes to the newcomer. "You must be Pike!" She observed.

The bodyguard twisted his snout, unsure what to make of the situation.

"Thank you, Pike," Anemone said kindly. She stretched, then turned her head to Tamarin. "Come with us," the Princess said suddenly, a bit too quick. "I can show you all the colours! If... if you'd want me to. And you know that I love spending time with you."

Tamarin beamed, her scales radiating her happiness by bleeding yellow. "Oh, I would love to!" She hugged Anemone again. "Thank you, so so much."

The RainWing twined tails with the SeaWing Princess, making Anemone smile even bigger – if such a thing was possible.

Pike ducked his head. "Then let's go," he murmured, slightly uncomfortable.

As he lead the two away from the underground pool, Tamarin enquired about every colour and every bird and most of all, every flower; and Anemone responded in like, unable to stop admiring Tamarin's eyes, which were as gold as the sun.
Unbeknownst to the Princess, Tamarin found herself engaged with the same dilemma, marvelling at the noble colour of silvery-blue Anemone's eyes were.

From then on, the two were rarely out of each other's company. Among the students of Jade Mountain Academy, they became known as the sun and the moon because of their eye-colour. And like the sun and the moon, Tamarin and Anemone needed each other; they were inseparable.