“I just want to get away from it all, Hyrax; the curious eyes of my tribe, the judgemental whispers of my siblings. It’s definitely not a good atmosphere to raise our dragonet in. Besides, I know you despise this kingdom as much as I do. There’s nothing left for us here.”
Mist’s colours ranges from various shades of brown. She has scales that fade from maroon, to dark brown, and lastly amber with shimmering golden underscales. For unknown reasons, she has grey eyes, said to be the colour of sparkling moonstones. Her wing membranes are a few shades darker than the amber of her scales and her horns are just a very dark- almost black- shade of brown.
Her horns are long and sharp, while her claws are the complete opposite, dull and short. She is a chubby, small MudWing with a delicate frame.
As for jewelry, she wears a beautiful pair of silver earrings with a small figurine of a dragon hanging from them. Its tail loops in two with its wings unfurling on either side, similar to the tribe sigils.
“What was I supposed to do? Help you cover up two murders and an act of theft? I shouldn’t have to suffer for your mistakes, Maple! You should be old enough to understand that what you were plotting was a terrible path to take! But of course you didn’t; you’ve always been impulsive and uncontrollable!”
Mist’s family had to travel a lot, as her father was the ambassador of the MudWings and was often sent to the other kingdoms of Pyrrhia. Unlike the previous MudWings of their time, her parents actually cared about their dragonets, and had fallen in love instead of going through with the breeding program.
During the time that they spent living in one kingdom, she and her siblings would spend their time going to school alongside that particular tribe, or try out the sports and activities had to offer while their father and, sometimes accompanied by their mother, met up with important figures- such as nobles and royalty. She would make friends with many of the dragons she met there and was always disappointed to depart from them.
Out of all the kingdoms she had visited the Kingdom of Sand had definitely been her favourite.
After all, that is where she met him.
It had been a normal day in Possibility as she made her way back from the town’s library with a stack of scrolls sitting in her talons. With her thoughts elsewhere, she did not notice the pale golden SandWing fuming through the streets. Nor did she notice that he was in her path until they bumped into one another and she lost her grip on her scrolls, causing them to descend to the ground.
The SandWing immediately assaulted her with apologies, eagerly and quickly helping her pick up her scrolls. Once they were safely back in her arms, she thanked him for his help and was about to turn and leave to head back home when the SandWing called out for her to wait. He wanted to take her out for a bite to eat tomorrow to make up for what he had done. Uninterested, she refused his offer. Despite this, he continued to pester her until she finally gave in. With a goofy grin plastered on his face, he introduced himself as Hyrax. She replied with her own name and gave him a scroll and pen to write out the directions, location, and time for their meeting tomorrow. Receiving the parchment, Mist bid the SandWing goodbye and flew home, where she immediately discussed her encounter with her siblings.
The next day, she arrived at the restaurant early, waiting patiently for Hyrax. He appeared two minutes later, handing her a bouquet of flowers upon his arrival. She thanked him for the gift and the two headed inside, where they were led over to a booth for two. After skimming through the menu and requesting their orders to the waiter serving them, Hyrax launched into mountains upon mountains of questions. With great difficulty, Mist struggled to answer them all, but somehow succeeded. She sought revenge by doing the same to him, which sprouted a game of truth or dare.
Once finished dinner, Hyrax guided her around Possibility, pointing out all the interesting sights of the city. They soon came to the arch that overlooked all of Possibly, spending their last few moments together watching the sunset. Mist had had fun and made arrangements with Hyrax to meet up once again at the arch.
They visited and hung out with each other for many moons, growing quite the strong relationship, until Mist’s father was ordered to return to the MudWing Kingdom. Disappointed, she met Hyrax at the arch one last time to say their final goodbyes. Fortunately, the two promised to keep in touch via letters, with Hyrax dropping by once in a while.
Back in her natural home, Mist found she was quite lonely. She didn’t know many MudWings, as their constant traveling took away the opportunity to make friends. She mostly stayed at home, buried beneath letters and going over thoughts about Hyrax. She missed him dearly and suffered from constant heartache with not having him around.
One morning, Mist woke to her mother shouting at her. Apparently she had a visitor. With a frustrated and moody grunt, she dragged herself away from her sleeping nest to shoo whomever it was away. Throwing open the door, she blinked incredulously at the pale golden SandWing that stood there, before throwing her arms around him with glee.
Hyrax had come back to her.
The next few years were spent happily. Mist and Hyrax eventually moved into their own home; a mud hut on the outskirts of the kingdom, where they could raise their family in peace.