It was one of those nights where everything was making him sad.

A first person account of a changeling guard who is helplessly, pathetically in love with King Thorax.

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Ocellus doesn't like the way Hyaline looks. Neither do any of the other changelings.

She wants him to stop.

He doesn't feel the need to.

Dame Georgia, a knighted noble of Vedina, visits her marefriend's home for the first time to meet her parents.

...All six of them.

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Silverstream sorts through old pictures of herself. Gallus proceeds to be cute.

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Gallus T. Griffon, Captain of the Royal Guard, is forced to go on vacation by Princess Twilight. He and his second, Talon Tamer, sort out vacation plans in the showers.

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Gallus walks in on Yona showering. She's crying and he smells bad.

“We need like, magically entwined rings. Six of them. Forged together. Enchanted together. Together forever. Like we’re going to be. And I don’t think that there’s anything like that that we know about. So no marriage for now.”

Smolder scratched the back of her neck. “Actually...maybe...I know a spot?”

“You’re kidding,” Gallus said.

“I was holding off on talking about him until it was time to propose,” said Smolder. “He’s an old fart who lives in a cave on the borders of the Dragonlands. His place is kinda camouflaged to non-dragons so the professors don’t really know about it and neither do your species’ governments.”

“Well, I know what we’re doing today,” Ocellus said. "Committing crime for the sake of my five fiancees. You know, this is one of the few things that I think both Chrysalis and Thorax would be proud of me for."

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Silverstream’s breath kinda smells like fish right now and that’s the only flaw I can pin on her. Her beak and claws are polished. Her mane has that wild...windswept...thing going on.

“What’s up?” she asks.

“You’re literally perfect,” I tell her. I put a little growl into my voice to make it clear that I’m seething in rage.

Sandbar and Ocellus contemplate the nature of the changelings' main form of sustenance inside of a ring of magical fire. It's a nice bonding experience.