Truthseeker nodded slowly, Yes, I can hear you, mother... I-am scared now...

Elk spread her crystalline blue wings and sped after Pebble, gliding along the currents with the grace of a snowflake.

"Down here!" He yelled to Elk, motioning down the giant crevice in the ground, some other cavewings in the area, all of them staring wide eyes and amazed at Elk

Elk soared down touching down on the rocky crevice,
She felt slightly uncomfortable under the stares of these dragons.

"Don't mind them too much, they're just surprised to see an icewing, I'm the first cavewing to ever see an icewing" Pebble said, fairly proud of himself. "Hey, I know someone who can paint a portrait of us for free, my brother, gravel is an artist who works in the art section of the marketplace, come with me! He'll love to meet you" Pebble told her excitedly, gliding down the hole in the ground.

Elk smiled slightly following Pebble through the hole, her tail spikes clattering softly.

"It's just a bit further" he promised, bringing her through an archway into a giant cave filled with shops and other things, dragons laughing and enjoying themselves. He began walked, his eyes closed as he found his way through memory, not letting his sight make him lose his way. They arrived at a stand filled with paints and slates, pictures of cavewings inside of the large stand. "Pebble! Hey bro, what's- wait, you eyes! Can you see?" He asked, astonished as Pebble nodded. The dragon talking to him looked identical to Pebble in almost every way, except their sapphire earring were on opposite ears, and Gravel was wearing metal rings on his horns.

"Gravel, this is Elk, she's the one who got my sight for me, and Elk, this is gravel, my brother, hey gravel, I was wondering if you could paint and and Elk together?" Pebble asked his brother after introducing them

Elk waved a talon slightly,
"Hello."
Her tail twitched the spikes clattering.

Gravel stared at her, stunned. "O-of course! I'd be happy too, I just need to do a quick practice of her, I've never drawn or painted an ice wing before." He told them, picking up a slate. He examined her, carving into the tablet as he walked around and examined her. "Alright, I think I got it, you two get into position over here" he said, bringing them over to a little side part of the shop where the dragons he would paint could sit.

You were hatched under three moons, Truthseeker. You can read minds. That's what you're hearing from Rumor; his thoughts. If they're bothering you, imagine waves against the shore. Each thought is in the waves. They'll come toward you, and then sink away; drown them out with the sound of the ocean. "Rumor, please leave us," Farseer said, looking away from the dragonet. "We wish to discuss something, and quite frankly, you're scaring her."