“I’m so sorry! You’re Horror right?” The smaller Nightwing asked.
"Yes that's me, Horror the nightwing," the giant one snarled.
"Sure I am all right, if you call a throbbing pain in my head all right," she continued sarcastically, turning to Djinn. Oh. Well, that’s nice to hear, he thought, a bit miffed.
"I'm perfectly fine, apart from crashing to this sarcastic Cactus." The smaller Nightwing growled.
"I am not always sarcastic," Horror hissed. She stared intensely at the other Nightwing, who blinked in surprise. They’re both mindreaders, Djinn realized, noticing the glinting silver teardrop scale by their eyes. Better watch what I think. It seemed odd to try and guard his thoughts, although, he supposed, the mindreading Nightwings must be used to finding out about all the horrible things others think. That doesn't sound like a half-bad enchantment, Djinn realized. I wonder if that's how Nightwing abilities first came into being.
"Look, I'm Sorry for bumping into you. And he's right it is just the first day, So why don't we all head to that assembly and Get ourselves acquainted." The smaller dragon said, sighing.
"Also, I'm Spade by the way." She continued. Djinn nodded in reply, until Horror interjected.
"Sure, Spades a nice name, and I am guessing that you are here because you are twice moon born.” Hmm. Twice-moonborn? Is that any different from once-moonborn? Or thrice-moonborn? Suddenly, Horror looked over at Spade.
"Did you see my memories, the ones I just had?" She said loudly.
“Ah, I’m Djinn.” The Sandwing offered, unclear on what the two were talking about.