Carnation huffed, and fluttered her sunset colored wings. "I don't understand why I have do to history, Shining. It is pointless." She rolled her eyes. 

"It is important to learn history, so that you don't go down bad paths, like previous queens did, Carnation." Shining tapped the tip of her snout gently. 

"Do you mean like Bumble?" She tilted her head at Shining. 

"Yes. And she wants you to grow into the best queen ever. Which means that you have to do history." Shining lifted an eyebrow. Okay fine. She didn't actually say that. More in the area of 'she will be the next queen so take care of her', area. 

"Wants. That is present-tense. Like she's alive." Carnation flicked her tail. "Her army troop's survivors said that she hit the water, and didn't come back up. Which means she is most likely dead. So technically, you would say 'she wanted'. And therefore, she doesn't have any control over my life." 

"How-?" Shining's mouth gaped open, and Carnation turned and flounced away. 

"Didn't mean to burst your bubble, but don't be a honey-bee that is only focused on the honey. She's dead." Carnation called over her shoulder. "Still not doing history today though!" She laughed, and walked away, her head held high. 

She not dead. She can't be. She promised that she'd come back. Shining thought to himself, as he turned away, walking the opposite way through the construction site of the Hive. 

The Hive was half-way built, on the new continent. But they would have to move soon. The island was slowly collapsing in on itself, and Hive-Wings were being spotted, traveling to the nearest livable continent. A spy had said that the Hive-Wings were calling it 'Pantala '. 

He swept through the living quarters of the temporary Hive. 

On the other side of the half-way built Hive, Carnation nodded to her mentor in painting. Not a really queenly class, but she loved it. The way the flower dyed the think white paint, the way she splattered it across the sheep-skin canvas. She simply adored it. Besides, whatever she did, Carnation thought to herself, was queenly. Therefore, Bee-Wings couldn't say what she was doing wasn't. 

She liked to make things technical. Like, if you accidently hit someone, it wasn't technically fighting. Therefore, dragons couldn't get her in trouble for fighting. Plus, no one wanted to anger the soon-to-be queen. 

Dragons like Shining, in her opinion, were a tad bit, just a tad bit annoying. They're always saying, 'Be the best version of yourself so dragons like you! That makes it so that they are less likely to turn on you. Bumble wasn't exactly the most popular queen. She ruled by fear. Don't be a Bumble!'  Shining often said. Carnation got that. But seriously, he said that for almost her whole life. 'I mean EASE UP ON THE WORRY SHINING.'  She mentally screamed as she splattered red paint, partially staining her claws. 

She was sometimes tempted to throw a canvas or two at his head. Which was justified, might she add. She stabbed her claw through the painting, frustrated, as it had not pleased her. She swept back out, fluffing her wings, and marched down the hall.