It was the next morning, Sahara stood up and stretched her wings. Sunlight poured in little patches through the bushes. She stood up, and noticed there was a note at her door. She picked it up, inspected it, then turned it over to read it.
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Scorch in Medic Den. Not doing very well. Landslide still alive. -Cactus
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That was it? Nothing else? She frowned at her paper, flipping it over multiple times. Well, she had to admit, Cactus was a very good messenger.
She briskly walked to her shelves, she took the belongings she had before and stuffed them into a hidden box she had under the shelves, seperating two bags of jewels she prepared the previous night. She had PLENTY of hidden things around her den. She left the severed horn on top, she was pretty sure no one would take that.

She took a small dagger and slid that into a shealth under her left wing, looping her bag over her neck and placing that under her right wing. She tucked the two nags of jewels inside. Great, now that she was prepared she could KILL SCORCH.

She paused by her door, glancing around for any wandering eyes. It was still pretty early, so of course barely anyone would be up. She then shifted through the leaves, until beams of sunlight blinded her eyes. She grunted, flying into the air, she was NOT in the mood today.

The beach seemed silent, the early morning shell collecters were walking around, picking up seashells before the hoard of dragons came along. Shop owners were opening up their stores again, moving palm leaves around to make more shade. The Medic Den was squashed between the beach and Willow Forest next to it, clinging onto a piece of rock that circled it. The rock showed what parts were a part of Willow, and seperated anyone from the Rock Dragons. There was a vast circle of cliffside dens, like dotted little holes for a beehive. On the ground was the common area, where dragons played, walked, sold goods, talked, and did literally anything. There were two tiny ponds, one near the lower west side of the forest, and one on the upper east.

Sahara tilted her wings, falling west toward the Medic Den. She lightly landed into the grass, poking her head inside. Indoors, Sea Dragons paced inside, carrying food and herbs with them. They hung handmade baskets with their tails, filled with bandages and extra wrappings. Sahara's eyes landed on a particular dragon.

"Hello. Do you need to see somone?" A Sea Dragon came up to ask. Sahara put on her most polite face.

"Yes, I'd like to see a Sand Dagon named Scorch," Sahara replied.

The Sea Dragon nodded and brough her to a nest made of straw and palm leaves, a window let light into the area. The inner rooms had shallow areas meant for Sea Dragons. The Sea Dragon gestured toward the Sand Dragon, then briskly continued away. Sahara saw him sleeping, his body gently going up and down. How peaceful.

"Scorch, you idiot," Sahara whisper-yelled, slapping his face. He abruptly sat up.

"Huh?" He rubbed his face, blinking until he could see. "Oh. Hey."

"You're very stupid, you know that?" Sahara frowned.

"No, you're stupid for trusting me," he replied, grinning.

Sahara rolled her eyes, sighing. He was a pale yellow dragon with a few black and brown speckles here and there on his snout and talons. His wings were a dusty orange, with more speckles around it, same with the ruff around his horns. He was a lean dragon, with wide shoulders and an elegant neck. He stuck his arm out to lay his head on it.

"Shut up," Sahara whined.

"Well, YOU try fighting a million pound tank, especially when that tank is bigger than you," Scorch said shifting his wings, he made a face that said he was still in pain. Sahara felt that too.

"Did anyone know?" Sahara asked concerned.

"No, had the hood and bandana remember, although the doctors and nurses fell for the bear attack, I'm pretty sure they're still debating it." He finished, rubbing his arm tiredly.

It hurt Sahara to see Scorch like this. He held scratches from his tail to his chest. On his arm he held an abnormally large gash wound.

"Oh this?" Scorch asked, noticing Sahara was staring. "He pinned me on the walls with his horns. Yeesh, that was NOT a fair fight," Scorch said sighing.

Sahara rubbed her forehead with irritance, avoiding his eyes. His stupid, caramel eyes.

"So how's your life been goin'? Anything new?" Scorch laid on his back, staring at the ceiling boredly.

"Oh," Sahara snapped up, suddenly remembering something. "What was the deal with Finch?" Sahara mused.

"Oh that Air Dragon?" Scorch sat up. "I don't know, he was newer to the beach and he was struggling," he shrugged.

"He knows NOTHING about our business, I told you, dragons have to have EXPERIENCE before they work with me," Sahara whispered sternly.

"Well how was I supposed to know?" He said raising his arms, he took them and tugged Sahara closer, whispering. "Atleast you got another dragon working for ya, that last Sea Dragon... lets just say he didn't do so well," Scorch bit his lip.

Sahara quickly pulled away, still frowning.

"Lighten up frowny-face, atleast I'm still here," he said playfully.

Sahara stood up, rolling her eyes again and proceeding out the door, she wished she hugged him before she left.

"Just- stop being idiotic," Sahara paused to turn back at him.

"No promises," he chuckled.

Sahara gave a small smile, then darted outside. Ugh, she hated when he did that. He did that thing- where he. He like- he just..HE WAS SO STUPID.

Sahara shook her head as she flew outdoors, muttering to herself. So she had to pay a dragon double, which meant she'd need some more loot, as well as paying off ANOTHER dragon to kill off Fern, who probably wouldn't do it. And now, Scorch was in the Medic Den recovering. Ughh, what camel dung.

She lightly glided back to her den, it was still fairly early, but more dragons had arrived into town. She landed in the grass and bushed away the leaves of her den, walking indoors.

"Hello," another dragon said from inside.