Orchid took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly with her eyes closed while her scales shift colors almost automatically. With her tail wrapped across her talons and her chest puffed out, she opened her pale green eyes, flaring her ruff.

"The heck's wrong with you," Blister asked, giving the RainWing a confused look as she ran her own sharp talon against her poisonous barb.

"Nothing," Orchid answered breathlessly, glancing sideways at the sand dragon.

"Sure doesn't look like nothin'," Blister hissed, arching her neck. Orchid rolled her eyes, instead glancing at the dragon to her right, who was tending to the cameras with a rag.

"How many minutes until show time?" She asked the pale SeaWing.

"Uh, about a minute," Eel replied, turning toward the RainWing with dark greenish blue eyes.

"And the dragonets are all here, and they're nice and pretty and not fi-" Orchid attempted, but Eel cut her off.

"Yes yes, they're fine. I had Nadir check on them in the dressing room a few moments ago," The SeaWing reassured. "Calm down, everything gonna be fine."

"Well," Orchid fretted, "what about the lighting! You saw that last episode's footage, the lighting was terr-"

"Got it covered," Eel answered, nudging Orchid and turning to give a talons up to the IceWing in the lighting and sound booth in the back of the studio.

"Wh-what about the-" Orchid began.

"We already tested out your earpiece, and tasted the pre-show snacks you offered the dragonets in case of poisoning," The SeaWing finished. "Orc, stop worrying. Everything's fine."

"B-but our sponsors are watching the episode tonight, and if we lose any more-" Orchid began, but Eel cut her off again.

"Calm down, deep breaths, you're fine, and," he slid behind the camera, "three, two, one."

"'Ello, and welcome back to the Orchid and Blister Show! I'm your host, Orchid, here with my co-host, Blister. Today we'll be interviewing the dragons some are calling "The Next Generation Prophet and Dragonets"! So, give a warm welcome to MoonWatcher, Prince Winter, Prince Turtle, Kinkajou, and Qibli," Orchid announced, forcing a surprisingly natural smile, which she kept on as the five dragonets stepped onto the stage, taking their seat in their plush chairs.

"We're very glad to be here," Moon replied with a small smile, "but I wasn't aware that there was anyone calling us anything."

Orchid's eye twitched as she smiled.

"Ha, yes, that is definitely what many are calling you and not something I came up with within the last twenty three minutes. Ha ha, what an outrageous thought," Orchid answered.

"Oh, uh,-" Moon attempted, lowering her wings, but Blister cut her off and the NightWing's wings shifted upwards as she jumped at the SandWing's voice.

"Anyway," Blister continued, "our first question is for Winter."

The IceWing huffed, tilting his crystal like, scaled covered head up and shifting back his light reflecting wings behind him. Beside him, Qibli snorted, hiding his short snout behind his wing as he held back a laugh. Winter shot him a cold glare (pun intended).

"So," Orchid started, relaxing a tiny bit, "any comments on the current state of your sister."

Winter attempted to puff out his chest.

"And if I decide to deny to answer your question?" He asked, wrapping his tail around his talons.

Orchid stared at him a moment before glancing down at her lap with a sigh and back at Winter.

"It's a freaking talkshow, answer the dang question," She said, her eyes halfway shut. With that, Winter narrowed his eyes.

"I'll let you know that I am the Prince of the IceKingdom, one of the most sophisticated tribe on the continent, Nephew to Queen Glacier, and-" He began, but Blister cut him off.

"Yeah yeah," She started, "and I'm the ex-Princess of the SandKingdom, daughter of the one of the most feared and adored queen in my tribe, Queen Oasis, and I pretty much started an unnecessary war where thousands upon thousands died, yada yada, now shut up and get in line, but while you're at it, answer the *beep* question."

At that point, Winter was on the verge of fuming.

"How-how dare you," he snarled, barring his teeth at the hosts. Moon sighed and glanced at them as well.

"Next question, perhaps?" She offered. Orchid let out a sigh, but nodded.

"Okay," she announced, "Moon, has it ever bothered you about not knowing the identity of your father?"

The small NightWing tilted her head, thinking to herself for a quick moment.

"Well, yes it does, but at the same time not?" She answered. "I mean, it'd be nice to know who he is or at least was, but I don't think I'd be able to ask my mother about him anytime soon."

"Now next," Blister continued, "what are you feelings about Wint-"

"Don't answer that," Winter interrupted.

"Er," Blister finished, frowning at the IceWing.

"Well he's..." Moon's voice trailed off. "Nice? Occasionally, at least. He's still kind of aggressive and terrifying half of the time, but I know there's a tender, caring part in him somewhere."

Winter huffed, shifting in his seat.

"And any romantic thoughts?" Orchid asked as the ruff around her ears flushed with a bright pink, flecked with yellow and gold.

"Um," Moon muttered, "I'm only four."

Orchid froze, her wings drooping and her colors becoming less vibrant.

"Ah, well, young love?" She asked desperatly.

"I dunno," Moon mumbled, glancing away and shifting in her seat. "I mean, Winter, don't get me wrong, you're a sweet dragon when you want to be, but I think we're too young to start... dating."

"Well, uh, what about the Dragonets of Destiny? They have ships, and GloryBringer's canon," Orchid argued.

"Yes, but I'm four," Moon replied, "and they're nearly seven. And seven is the mature age for a dragon, so..."

"Okay, I see," Orchid nodded, "next question?"

"How do you all feel about Sora's attempted murder plots?" Blister asked.

"I think that if she'd only thought it through and planned better, she would've succeed in murdering Icicle, which may or may not have been a good thing," Qibli admitted.

"She is still a good dragon, though," Moon added quickly. "She was just bent on avenging her sister and earning justice."

"I still think she should be held accountable for what she'd done," Winter protested. "She's being left without her own justice, and should make pay for what she attempted."

Moon sighed, looking away as if she still wanted to argue about her friend.

"About Sora and MudWings," Orchid continued, "Qibli, what's your opinion on Umber, Sora's brother who ran away with her?"

"Well," The SandWing said, "he's a good dragon that's extremely close to his siblings, like I've heard about with other MudWings. I also find him somewhat brave to leave with Sora, a dragon wanted for the attempted murder of a princess, no less, and go just as wanted as she is at the moment."

"Of course," Orchid prodded, "but anything romantic?"

Qibli tensed as if he wasn't ready for the question.

"Uh," he replied, "not really? I mean, we've been in the same class a few times and were in the same winglet, but I don't exactly know him all that well."

"God, you dragons need to work on your romancing," Orchid sighed.

"Dude," Moon cried, "I'm like, four years old!"

"So!" Orchid argued. "You gotta put those pretty scales to use, gurl!"

Moon let out a squawk of irritation, sliding out of her chair.

"Okay, I'm done," She argues, slipping of stage.

"Oh come on Mooooon," Kinkajou protested, "I haven't even gotten a question yet! Sit your pretty purple and dark color butt down- and aaaaaand she's gone. Never mind."

"Okay," Orchid sighed.

"This is to irritating for me as well," Winter announced, shifting out of his chair.

"Okay, really?" Orchid protested as the Ice dragon strutted off stage, just to slip just as he made it out of view of the cameras.

"He's beauty, he's grace," Qibli chuckled.

Orchid let out another sigh, looking back up at the remaining three dragonets.

"So," she asked, "Turtle. You haven't said much. How do you feel about your position as the SeaWing prince, and your under appreciated-ness."

"Erh, well, uh," The green SeaWing started, scratching behind his ear, "I'm not really recognized as a prince very often in the Sea Kingdom, but it doesn't really bother me. I mean, I don't necessarily like any of pressures, responsibilities, or burdens that come with being royalty, so I'm perfectly fine as I am."

"Pushover," Blister muttered, and Blister hit her in the snout with her pink colored wing.

"How about you sister's, then?" Orchid continued cheerfully.

"They're not my favorite dragons in the world, but I do have to respect them, especially Anemone. Tsunami's okay, but she seem rational and extremely loud. Then Anemone has a "do everything for me" complex. And Aluket's decent, I guess?"

"Essh," Orchid went on, "so, Qibli-"

"Comments on your siblings?" Blister finished, being hit in the face with Orchid's wing again.

Qibli's wing twitched.

"Well they're brainless moneys that I hope will eventually starve in the desert that wished I was nothing but a dried out carcass," he answered.

Orchid stared at him wide eyed.

"Oh, uh," she mumbled.

"Tell us how you really feel," Blister replied.

"So Kinkajou," Orchid continued, "What's your opinion on Icicle?"

"She's a mean dragon that nearly killed Moon once, and wanted to kill Glory, who's like, my queen and everything too! I don't like her at all," the bubbly RainWing answered.

Orchid nodded, catching a quick glance at Eel behind the camera, giving a gesture to end it.

"Okay everyone," Orchid continued, "that's all the time we have for tonight. That you all for tuning in, and good night!"

Despite Kinkajou's protests about how she only had one question, the cameras flickered off and the remaining three dragonets were shown off stage.

After the majority of the dragons left at the studio left, Orchid paced back and forth across the stage, her colors shifting vibrantly and constantly.

"You okay?" A voice asked, and Orchid jumped as she turned to face Eel.

"Oh, erh, yeah. I'm fine," she answered, looking back at her talons as continued to pace.

"Have the sponsors called yet?" Eel asked, and Orchid shook her head.

"So go home," Eel told her, "get some rest. Talk to Mango. Calm down. Everything's going to be fine."

After a few seconds, Orchid nodded.

"You're right," she sighed. "I've just been a nervous wreck today. Thank you, Eel."

"That's what I'm here for," Eel muttered as Orchid grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

He sighed, turning to grab the personal belongings he had brought to work before the long flight back home. He was already missing the warm, salty water.