After paying Peridot for an extra room and another week, Inkblot and Grunion sullenly make their way past their room and into their next room.
I'm starting to regret this vacation. Inkblot flomps down on the bed and stares up at the vaulted ceiling- essential for when you're bunking with a dragon.
Don't worry, Inkblot. Grunion sat down on the floor next to her and nudged her with a wing. She'll get over it. Like the time she got over that NightWing trying to flirt-
Actually, Inkblot inturrupted, shaking her head, we have no idea what happened to that NightWing.
Grunion shuddered. And he gave her his number.
Inkblot laughed. He had no idea what he was getting into.
Grunion nodded. Calligraphy may look pretty and soft, but inside she's a whiteout.
Inkblot looked up at him and blinked. A whiteout? Grunion, that's pretty poetic.
Grunion's snout turned a bit crimson. Well, I always pictured Calligraphy as a whiteout- fierce and strong and relentless and chilly. But also when you look at her she just- He coughed. I mean, she's also part IceWing, he added lamely.
Oooo. Inkblot poked him and then winced. You like her, don't you?
No! Grunion frantically shook his head. I mean, she's a good friend. I like her. But not in the way you think.
Grunion shook out his wings. Want to go flying? He glanced towards the open window, his gills fluttering. We can go swimming too- I mean, that depends which form-
Yeah, we can do both. Inkblot bounced off the bed and opened the door to the patio that overlooked the beach. It sounds really refreshing.
Her arms stretched out as though embracing the spread of stars tossed across the night.
And then they started to ripple.
Changing, bubbling, morphing, her face elongated, she grew monstrously, her blackened tonged flicked out with a shriek, her body became shrouded in coal dust that thickened and grew more deep-
Her found wings, black diamonds with dewdrops glinting between each scale, stretched out as though they had been cramped for much too long.
And then she was a NightWing.
But one with sapphires instead of stars under her wings, and gills fluttering on her neck.
There, she said, examining her lashing tail. How's that?
I'm still weirded out when you do that, said Grunion, looking at her doubtfully. It could be affecting you or something.
Oh, it'll be fine. Inkblot tipped her wings out. Let's fly.