Angelo
A particularly boisterous dragon wandered his way to the oasis. He was on a diplomatic research mission, but he was entirely by himself. He had absolutely no clue where the other researchers he was supposed to be meeting up with were- all he knew was that one of them was yellow, with pink... Um... What was it, again? He'd entirely forgotten. He'd *Thought* It was accessories, but maybe it was scales, or horns, or something? All he knew was that one of them liked pink enough to have it on them a lot of the time, and he'd entirely forgot their tribe, too. It didn't matter, really. He was sure he'd find them in the end, he decided, as he took a spot next to the water. His dark scales soaked up the heat that beat down from the sun, and he highly considered taking a little wade into the water to cook off a bit. At least it wasn't one of his brother's weird death trap houses, he conceded, as he got up, taking a few steps into the shallowest part of the oasis before laying there instead, just his head resting on the sandy beach.
Leisha
The sun was making the hybrid feel quite hot. As a young dragonet, they *Thought* They might be able to survive the heat. They believed that as they aged, their ability to withstand heat would increase. Once they realized why they had entertained the notion that they might never acquire a tribe-related power, they felt disappointed in themselves. I should have stopped hoping a long time ago, gleam thought. Then, they looked around before settling on some reddish scales. Perhaps it was a Skywing, Gleam reasoned. They took a brief pause as they wondered why a Skywing would appear in the scorpion den. They shrugged it off. Not a Skywing, gleam concluded. They reluctantly then followed the red dragon, feeling very curious.
Angelo
The poor, unnaturally lanky dragon groaned. His usual fun demeanour gave way to relief as the water cooled him, soaking under his dried-out, cracked scales and providing much-needed respite from the heat. He closed his eyes, enjoying it in silence before his long ears picked up on the sound of shifting sand nearby. He opened his eyes just a crack, looking up to Gleam with a sort of tired confusion. His trip here had been exhausting, the cause of it rather urgent, but as his sleep-deprived brain slowly put what it thought was two and two together, it saw Gleam as four. His eyes widened suddenly, and he got up quickly, shaking off what water he could with new vigour.
"Oh my Clearsight- I am so sorry! Oh moons, uh, I didn't- uh.. I was looking for you! It was just so hot, and the trip was so long, and.."
He trailed off, growing sheepish.
"Um.. Sorry. But, uh, point is, we found each other! So we can finally get to talking. I'm Giraffe Weevil! You're, uh... Uh..."
He thought, his brain working about as well as a 2002 Del Laptop in 45° heat, before he snapped his talons together.
"Funnel, right? It's great to finally meet you! I've heard of some of your work, I'm so sorry for not noticing you sooner, haha.."
Leisha
Gleam was silent. She didn't know what to say. Their *Thoughts* Erupted into chaos. They lied, saying, "Uh, yes, I'm a funnel." But for some sinister reason, it felt nice. And I can't hurt somebody that badly anyway. Gleam thought to themselves. "It's okay! I have been anticipating you as well." Oh the three moons, that´ll come to kick me later. They then proceeded to say the following: "So, how about you explain to me what work you have done." They nearly lost their facade, but someway they managed to hold it up.

They didn´t know what to say*