At Ferrum's comment, December giggled silently and rolled her eyes. Ah, how good it was that her lungs were inflated again. True, she still had several bruises, but those were of her lowest priority. If only getting rid of all your problems was as easy as voting them away. Sure, she didn't think that any guardian dragons had been alive, but she had learned to think outside the box. After all, she could see the future. 

The two strangers, meanwhile, kept to themselves. The pink dragon's tears slowly dwindled. Had his kind really been wiped out? "But... you can't eradicate an entire race!" This earned him hateful glares, from hydra and dragon. "Don't you know anything? What about the shadow dragons? Or the storm dragons? Or even the poison dragons, huh?" December nudged Noire, reminding her that she was once a storm dragon. Lucian buried his head in his knees brokenly. The first thing he could remember was...

"Well, guardian dragons aren't like other dragons." Halley bragged snobbishly. "We can't be killed out, no matter what. It's called perseverance." Noire scoffed. "It's called being an idiot. I don't know who you two are, but you're pretty much in the same boat as all of us being the last of our kind, and all." Sila hummed in agreement. "Look around you, these are the last dragons on earth." Forte interjected, "I'm not a dragon!"

Rolling her eyes, Terra demanded, "And what's so bad about being a dragon, anyways? Why'd you have to want more power?" And then there was a whooshing sound. It was most of their friendship points swirling down the drain. There was silence, and Terra realized she had gone too far when December started crying. "Some of us... didn't have a choice!" She hissed angrily. Noire patted her back softly. "I can't expect someone like yo to understand." 

Skylark, feeling the sudden tension in the air, decided to try and dispell it. "What do you mean? Isn't there always a choice?" He asked, ignoring the talk about a game. Noire looked at him strangely, but she too wanted to hear December's answer. "Yeah, there was. I saw my future as a dragon and found death. The storm dragons were being-" She was hushed by Noire, but hept her lips in a hard line. 

Skylark, realizing that he wasn't meant to ask, felt guilty. "Ducky ducky goose?" Sila tried to ask without sounding condescending or mean. Still, she wasn't used to kids. She thought she would never see a baby dragon again, but she did, and he was half hydra... Then, surprising most people, Forte chuckled. "Alright, I'll play Simon says. I got nothing better to do than to lounge around and overheat in my armor. Closing his eyes, the Hydra's armor disappeared, though a new runic pattern was etched on his arms and legs. "I wanna play too!" Skylark, a more appropriate candidate, agreed. 

Noire pouted. No way was she going to play some kiddy game! "Do you guys know how to play truth or dare?" Sila scoffed. "Are you quite serious?" December, having calmed down, smiled. "I'll play with you." Noire grinned. "Alright, though, but no being a coward. You can't pick anything hut dare." Terra rolled her eyes. "Then isn't it just dare?" December shrugged.