I wonder if they’ll have dragonets together one day. Will anyone complain that the queen of the RainWings should be with another RainWing instead? A half-RainWing, half-NightWing dragonet — what would that look like? Everything in one dragon, or something different, like me? Then I wouldn’t be the only half-tribe dragon in the world.
Below them, in the caves, Sunny knew her mother was having an awkward reunion with Stonemover. They’d both changed so much over the last seven years; there wasn’t much in common between the new queen of the SandWings and the partly stone enchanter hermit of Jade Mountain.
Sunny had been with them for the first few moments, but it had been way too strange, so she’d fled out here to her friends instead.
“Oh,” she said, remembering something. “One of the things we have to teach everyone is that the NightWings don’t have any of those powers that they’ve been claiming to have. We can’t let everyone still be afraid of them. Right?”
“Except me,” Fatespeaker protested. “I totally so do have powers.”
“Fatespeaker,” Glory said sternly. “We talked about this.”
“All right, all right, Your Majesty,” Fatespeaker said, subsiding grumpily. “But I swear my visions really do feel real.”
“But that comet went away again without falling on us,” Starflight pointed out. “Didn’t that convince you?”
Fatespeaker had the grace to look a little embarrassed. “Well,” she said. “IT COULD STILL COME BACK.”
Sunny started giggling, and after a moment Fatespeaker’s dramatic face cracked and she joined in.
“What about our prophecy?” Clay said. “Won’t it confuse everyone if we tell them it wasn’t real after all?”
Sunny thought about that for a moment. “Maybe we could say the NightWings lost their powers along with their home. So that was it — the last prophecy.”
“The last prophecy,” Starflight echoed.
“Three moons, yes,” Tsunami said. “That is what I vote for. No more prophecies, ever again.”
“I guess we just make it up from here,” Sunny said, watching the wind tug at her wings and tail. Far below them, hawks soared over the ridges and valleys.
“Bad news, Sunny. I’m pretty sure we’ve been making it up this whole time,” Glory said.
Sunny laughed. “That’s true. And things turned out all right anyway.”
“Well, I know what I want my destiny to be,” Clay said. “I want it to be sleeping and being friends with you guys forever. Oh, wait, also feasting! Lots of feasting.”
“That sounds great,” Starflight said. “Best destiny ever.”
“We can make that happen,” Sunny said, smiling, and all of them spread their wings and leaped into the wide open sky.