Storm was approached by Inkwriter.

It was lunchtime and dragonets were wreaking havoc all around the room. Chickens and cows were screeching and mooing in horror from all the rowdy animals trying to murder them.

But amidst all the craziness, the NightWing sought her out.

"Inkwriter." Said Storm, glancing at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"

The nervous black creature shifted his talons. "I- come here." He beckoned with his tail and led her out of the room.

He seemed to be concentrating hard on her, his ears flat against his head and his eyes staring straight at her.

"Uh." The SkyWing muttered. "What in the Scorching are you doing?"

He blinked at her in confusion. "Your a... your a mindreader right?" He glanced just a little past her eye, making Storm uneasy.

"No."

"Are you sure?" He asked, his brow furrowing. "I'm sure you are one."

Storm lifted the scales along her spine. "Wouldn't I know if I was?" She asked sharply. "Wouldn't other dragons thoughts be floating amuck in my skull?"

Inkwriter's eyes widened. "But you have the mind reading scale..."

Storm flicked her wings back over her back. "What?" She asked, her eyes narrowed. "What scale?"

The NightWing nodded to the teardrop scale behind her eye. "That one."

Storm's talon flicked to her face. "What? This is just a normal scale."

Inkwriter nervously pointed to next to his eye, where a matching scale was set.

"So?" Asked Storm, unconvinced. "Perhaps it's a genetic issue, so what if I have a stupid scale by my eye. I don't want to be meddling in ones thoughts."

She blinked hastily at the scale by his eye. "You aren't.. your not going to read my mind right? I mean, my thoughts aren't interesting and I prefer not to have a dragon inside of them anyway."

Inkwriter looked genuinely hurt. "Okay, Storm." He murmured, his eyes downcast. "I'm sorry I bothered you."

The ginger SkyWing closed her eyes, then opened them again. "No, it's fine. I just... yea your good. But can I ask you something?"

Wait, what am I going to ask? She had just said that without thinking, what was she even going to question?

Inkwriter cracked a smile. "Y-yes." He said, shuffling the contents of his brown satchel.

"It's a promise."

"I'll keep it."

"Okay..." Storm was confused with herself, she wasn't talking, she knew she wasn't, her mouth was moving, yes,  but not by the owner of it. "Never tell anyone what you see inside my brain."

Inkwriter looked genuinely surprised. "Of course, Storm." He said earnestly, flicking his wings to the side and bowing his head.

"Y-yeah, Okay." Storm stuttered, now she was actually speaking. What had just happened?

Inkwriter smiled at her half heartedly, then weaves around the dragon and blinded off towards the lunchroom.

Leaving Storm by herself.

Lotus had awoken Storm from her peaceful sleep with a loud shrill. "Who's this SandWing?"

Sphinx? Thought Storm sleepily, stumbling to her talons and trotting out of her room, towards the bunk of Lotus and Inkwriter.

When she pushed open the door, Shiver was behind her, her icy blue eyes fixed ahead.

Inside the room, Lotus was standing rigid on top of her bed, her scales a vibrant array of yellows. Inkwriter was wearing a startled expression from where he was in his bed, and an unfamiliar SandWing was in the midst of it all.

"Hello," introduced the SandWing, spreading out his wings. "I'm Mojave."

Lotus's colors started calming to pretty purples, but her eyes were still wild. "Alright Mojave. If that's even your real name." She hissed. "What are you doing in my room?"

"And mine." Chimed Inkwriter from his corner.

Mojave was a sleek sandy colored SandWing, his wings were long with claws sticking from every edge. His face was narrow, and he looked much like the teacher Qibli.

One thing was different though, the tips of his horns were startling green, and the barb on the end of his tail was quite small.

Besides this, the SandWing looked normal. "I'm sorry," apologized Mojave, his eyes blinking from one dragon to another. "I was sent here, they said for me to stay in the Silver Winglet."

"There's not enough room!" Snapped Lotus, her scales hot pink.

Inkwriter walked slowly forward, his eyes calm, though his scales were prickling, anybody could see. "Mojave could stay with Storm." He suggested. "She doesn't have a clawmate."

Storm saw all eyes fall on her, and Mojave's obsidian gaze made her scales lift up. "Y-yes." She stuttered. "Right this way, Mojave."

Lotus still stared furiously at him, but the others were exiting to their rooms, leaving Storm alone with the SandWing.

Mojave spoke first. "Are you a mind reader?" He asked, tipping his head to the side.

Fury rose beneath Storm's scales. "No!" She snapped, her skin feeling hot. "Just because I have some silver scales does not mean I am a mindreader!"

Mojave dipped his head, his wings spreading again. "No issue, just asking. I'm intrigued that you have silver scales at all." He tipped his face to the side. "NightWing?"

"No." Stated Storm flatly, her gaze disapproving. "Now before I return you to the desert, let's go." She didn't wait for a response, she just trudged to her den.

Mojave stepped in before her, his eyes scanning the room. "Pretty." He commented. "Where will I sleep?"

The SkyWing sniffed. "Here's some pillows." She said, trying her best to keep the Shiver-like attitude.

He glanced at them, then looked up at her. "What?" She asked, her scales heating up.

"Nothing." He answered. "Thanks, but you can have the pillows." He tossed them to her, and curled up.

Storm clambered into bed, she could feel Mojave's eyes on her, but she did her best to ignore it. She turned her back to him, and fell asleep.

Mojave woke her up the next morning, tapping gently on her wing. "Rise and shine, NightWing." He said softly, prodding her.

Storm lashed out a wing, knocking the black-eyes dragon backwards. Mojave laughed loudly, standing up and brushing himself off.

Next to him was a blanket and pillows. Pillows he had never taken... a blanket she'd never given...

She shook it away. "Let's get ready." She muttered. "And never wake me up again, I'm perfectly well enough to rouse myself."

The SandWing blinked at her innocently. "I don't know what your talking about."

Storm held back a laugh, trying to be stern. "Get whatever you need, we are leaving soon." She waltzed to the closet and grabbed one of the jewels, her heart slowing as she put it on.

As she turned around, Mojave stared at her in horror. "What?" Hissed Storm, flicking an ear. "Do I look hideous?"

Mojave shook his head. "You look great, it's just..." he didn't finish. "It's nothing, let's go."

The two walked out of the room, though Mojave trailed behind her nervously.

The other dragonets were waiting for them at the door. Lotus looked especially angry.

"We were waiting!" She snapped, her wind a vibrant purple.

Whirlmist blinked at Mojave. "Interesting horns." He commented. "I'm Whirlmist."

Shiver dipped her head. "I'm Shiver, this is Stump, Lotus, Storm, as you know, Inkwriter, and Sphinx."

Sphinx was staring at Inkwriter though, too busy in his own thoughts to are about what his clawmate was saying.

While they were walking, Shiver cut Storm off and ended up walking next to Mojave. This didn't bother Storm though, she was closer to Lotus now.

Lotus was ranting angrily to Whirlmist, who didn't seem to care about a word she said, and instead of listening was fiddling with his necklace.

Once they reached Math, though, all of the Dragonets broke off, leaving Storm with Mojave once more.

They took their seats, and listened to Turtle explain more about SandWings eating rattlesnakes and such, all boring matters that meant nothing to Storm.

And all the classes until they reached History seemed to drag out in the same way. For one in history, Moonwatcher steadily landed in front of the class and in a solemn but excited voice she stated;

"Today we are learning about a very important Animus."