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"You're dangerous."
Orchis was looking at the Skywing with fixed gaze and Flame had to admit, that from him it sounded like a complement. The Rainwing talked slow and clearly, so to not upset him.
"I've seen you" the younger dragon suddenly realized, and feeding on memories anger again roared in his brain. He hissed out a cloud of dark smoke. "On the Island."
"Yes."
Those gray eyes were still looking at him, shining with the same old, chocked hatred under the cover of calmness. His scar tingled again. He knew, of course, that the Rainwing was the last person to find it with disgusts, quite the opposite actually, but it was still there, burning him alive.
"I'll help you" offered Orchis. Flame's eyes dimmed. He didn't want to appear in need, even if it would be beneficial.
"I don't need any help."
The torches were making a quiet sound, their light dancing on the rocky walls. They were all alone and Flame hated himself for not sounding as hard as usually.
"So you help me. It doesn't matter, the effect will be the same either way."
The grayness gazed into him with a wild shine inside, one he wasnt sure Orchis himself was aware of. It seemed like this moment is more important than any other, that whatever will he do now, it will change things.
And maybe he should give himself more time, but he only smiled and slightly nodded his head.