Chapter 11

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When they got back to their room, everyone had a key on their bed. A key to the room. Mirage set down his stuff and flew up to a ledge. He watched his 'friends'. 

Bask and Beaver were whispering and glancing at Mirage.

Boris was writing in a scroll he was trying to hide.

BrightHopes was sorting her jewelry.

Bamboo was reading notes she was passing to her friends in other Winglets during the assembly.

Bighorn was sleeping.

And.. Dive was flying up to the ledge Mirage was on.

Ugh. Why him?

I don't know, and I don't care.

But, please tell me what you talk about. Well, only if it is drama.

Fine.

Dive landed on the ledge. "Ahem. Hello, my name is Prince Dive of the SeaWings. You are?"

"Uh, I'm Mirage. Of the SandWings and SeaWings." 

"Ah, a hybrid. I guess I should have known from how you look. But, it is best not to assume."

"Uh yeah.." Mirage said.

"So, where did you live before joining this wonderful school?"

"In Possibility." 

Prince Dive looked disgusted for a second. "Hm, I have heard of there once or twice. Only bad things, though. Like crime and how undefended it is."  

"Where did you live?" 

"The SeaWing palace, of course. Where else would I live?"

"Good point..."

"Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope we can talk again." Dive said before flying back down to his bed.

Did you talk about drama?

No. We just met.

Boring.

Did you talk about your garbage dragonethoods or something?

No.

Ugh! You're no fun.

Well boo-hoo.

Mirage yawned and fell asleep.

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