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[color=C0C0C0]It was extremely difficult not to let out a sigh. She almost felt bad for the poor fellow– she wondered how long he was going to survive on the continent without anyone self-aware holding him by the talons. Despite everything, she shook her head sadly at him. He just didn’t get it, did he? She could only hope that he caught the gist of things soon, unless…

Well, if there was anything that SandWings were half-decent at, it was good timing. Bluemoon stared at the guard that had placed himself between her and Hemlock. Oh, this wasn’t good.  [color=2B547E][b]”I apologize, but this is my friend you’re messing with. What do you even want with him?”[/b][/color] she asked as she raised a wing towards the brightly colored dragon. What she said was a blatant lie– Hemlock was far from her friend. At most, he was an acquaintance, one that she was responsible for for the span of the night. She had to get him back home, and safe. On top of everything, it wasn’t like Hemlock had done anything wrong. Was he foolish? Yes. Did he talk too much? That, too. But did he do anything to upset the guards..? She doubted it. 

Bluemoon swallowed a hard lump in her throat before narrowing her eyes at the SandWing that placed his stinger under Hemlock’s chin. If it slipped, it would certainly prick his flesh. She flared her wings, a large scowl spreading over her maw. [color=2B547E][b]”You have no reason to bother us. Let us go.”[/b][/color]

[b]”Ohohoh,”[/b] purred a dark-scaled SandWing that slunk forward from their formation. Her teeth glittered in the dim moonlight and her nostrils flared angrily as she padded closer. [b]”Looks like we’ve got ourselves a [i]bug-lover[/i]. Why don’t we teach both of them a lesson, huh?”[/b] 

The purr in the guard’s throat darkened into a dangerous growl. Bluemoon turned to look at her completely as her mouth began to grumble a reply– but before she knew it, the wind was knocked out of her and she was thrown to the floor. She gasped in surprise and attempted to scrabble to her feet, but she felt a paw press down against her neck and the cold sensation of steel against her chest. 

[color=2B547E][b]”What are you–?!”[/b][/color] Bluemoon started, but her voice became trapped right where the talons tightened around her gullet. Spluttering as she felt more claws clasp onto her, Bluemoon’s heart thumped wildly in her ribcage. Three moons, what was happening?! Had Gila already sent her lackeys after them? She heaved her head towards Hemlock and coughed out a single command with all of the energy she could muster. [color=2B547E][b]”[i]RUN![/i]”[/b][/color][/color]