An Awkward Meeting (Private Blue Streak/Caramina)

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The day was calm as any other day within the Tempest Ring's sanctuary, as a gray and blue dragon drifted through the skies close to the Twilight Palace. His fur and feathers fiddled about in the gentle breeze that came from the protective ring of storms. His mind seemingly in a different realm as his face tilted downwards towards the wind scorned mountain that held the Stormcaller's home.

A quaintly avian of blues, grays and a crown of golden quills upon his head flew too and fro the male, at first trying to orbit him, then zoom past, then away, before come back to parade with the dragon's slow, thoughtful speed. It eyed the various bandages on his wings, and body, looking out towards the Tempest Ring, then towards the various balconies and inlet landings where the majority of dragons came and went.

Inisha lifted an eye-ridge at his thanks, watching in amusement as Blue left a tad too hastily.

"No problem," she called after his retreating back, then gestured at him to Caramina. "You might want to follow him out."

"Mmhm. Thank you, Inisha!"

With that said she followed after Blue, shutting the door behind her.

"See, it wasn't that bad! Now you'll hurt less... Do try to be careful though."

As soon as the door closed, he let out an exasperated, loud, groan looking back to her. "How can you stand her?! I can't even exist around that old grumpy dragoness!" He stopped, letting out a prolonged breath of fresh air, looking away.

"T-thank you... If there's anything I can do to pay you back...?" He began adjusting and testing the wounds and bandages, making sure they were as firm they were last time. Striker would take this opportunity to flutter back to Blue Streak, settling on his back with a gleeful smile aimed for Caramina.

"Hello again traitor..." Blue replied at the Aerrak's return.

Caramina appeared to mull over the question for a bit, the faintest of creases forming between her eye-ridges.

"... With patience," she responded at last. "Despite how she may seem otherwise, Inisha never means any harm. She's very prickly, but I'm used to that. Whatever remarks she throws my way, I take them in stride. And I think the reason why she didn't want to treat you initially was because she felt you were taking her presence for granted with all the dangerous stunts you were performing."

She regarded him thoughtfully. "Hmm... No, nothing at the moment, though it'd be nice if you were more careful..."

Blue Streak stood there, taking in her words as his eyes focused on the dull, smooth rock below them. "Yeah... patience..." He turned his back to Caramina, "I... can't guarantee that." He began walking away, hoping to find a quieter place after those embarrassing events.