Listen, And The Stars Shall Speak

~Flashback~ Jelp

Coral stormed onto the island, her fists clenched in fury. Her eyes scanned the land, searching. They landed on a pair of Seawings slowly walking towards her, oblivious to the queens presence. That is, until she slammed one of the Seawings against a tree in rage.

"Hey!" Tsunami growled, rushing to stop her mother.

"Tell me it isn't true." Coral snapped, her talons right against Riptide's throat.

"Tell you what isn't true?"

"Tell me that your taint of a dragonet is not marrying the princess of the rainforest." Tsunami glared at her, her teeth bared.

"And so what if he is? It's about time he got some happiness."

"WHY ISN'T HE DEAD THEN?!" Coral demanded. Tsunami paused. "The agreement specifically said that he was not allowed to marry."

"He's not allowed to marry a seawing. Joy is a Rainwing-Nightwing hybrid last time I checked."

Coral let out a scream of rage, and Riptide paled as her grip tightened. Tsunami caught sight of his face and pulled her mother away from him, Riptide gasping as she did so.

"You don't get to choose what he does anymore." She announced. "He is not your grandson. He is my son, and I think that he deserves the happiness he'll get from Joy. They are going to get married, and they are GOING to be happy. And there is nothing you are going to do to stop that."

"And how are you so sure?" Tsunami stepped forward, her eyes glowing with anger.

"Because if you don't, deal or not, I will kill you."

In the rainforest...

Joy was laughing so much her sides hurt.

"Kelp!" She exclaimed. "Stop it!"

"No," he teased. The Seawing had discovered a very ticklish place on Joy's neck and all it took was one little kiss for her to burst out laughing. But that didn't mean he'd stop with just one. Joy's laugh was music to his ears. 

"I- mean- it!" She cried through the laughs. "We have things to do today!"

Kelp sighed and stopped. Joy smiled at him and he brushed one of his talons over the side of her face.

"Just two days," he commented, kissing her lightly. "And then I'll be able to call you my wife."

"It can't get here fast enough." she replied, kissing him back. 

Later that day....

Kelp froze at the sight. No. Not now. Not when he was this close to happiness. Queen Coral stood outside a rainforest hut, Queen Glory next to her. The two queens were arguing, but were attempting to keep quiet. Glory's scales were bright red, and her face only confirmed the anger. 

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd find out." Deathbringer remarked, stepping beside him. "Although the fact that you did means that Rainkeeper owes me an hour of guard duty. He was betting that you and Joy wouldn't leave your hut today." 

Kelp's eyes widened and he glanced sheepishly at Deathbringer.

"Don't worry about it." the Nightwing insisted with a sigh. "You're going to be my son-in-law by the end of the week. I'm gonna have to get used to it." 

"Alright," Kelp replied. "Not to change the subject, but what exactly is Queen Coral doing here?" 

"Protesting your wedding." 

"Oh no."

"Calm down. She has to get through Glory, me, and at least half the rainforest before she even gets to Joy. You've got nothing to worry about." Kelp grinned at the thought. If somebody did try to interrupt their wedding...He didn't doubt that Joy had at least six brutal ways to kill a dragon just for this occasion. But there was one dragon that Joy wouldn't have to kill, for Kelp would get to him way faster. And Kelp just happened to cross paths with this dragon later in the day.

"Kelp," the dragon began with a nod. Kelp paused and stood up straighter, emphasizing that he was bigger than the putrid dragon before him.

"Macaw."

"I hear you're getting married in a few days."

"That I am."

"What, did my invitation get lost in the mail?" Kelp glared at him.

"No, we never sent it. You see, we wanted to have a skunk free wedding." Macaw glared back and smirked.

"The only skunk there will be the groom."

"Well, then I guess I'll have to try and smell extra nice."

"You know what I love about weddings?" Macaw said abruptly, a smug look on his face.

"There's not a scale on me that cares."

"I love that little part in the ceremony where they ask if anyone objects. I mean, two little words can ruin everything. It's perfect." 

Before he could blink, Kelp had him pinned against a tree.

"Listen here you little leech." Kelp began, his voice entirely calm. "If you say one word, if you so much as show up to that wedding, I will chain you up, and personally remove all of your bones, one by one, until you die. Then I will dump your body in the lava of the Nightwing island, and you will be remembered as nothing more than an annoying pest. Got it?"

"Got it." Macaw squeaked. Kelp released him and walked away.