Essie
Puddle was in Possibility. It was a wonderful city with every type of dragon, and he was happy to be in a place that had water—and mud. The MudWing sat at the edge of the small stream, right beside the bridge. He was well used to traveling, but some climates he could never break his scales into. Traveling through the Sand Kingdom with the sun beating on his wings and the dryness in his mouth made him a bit agitated, but once he settled down into Possibility for a little while he'd be fine. 

The MudWing dipped his claws into the stream before splashing it on his face, shaking out his scales before spotting a familiar face. He smiled warmly.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes, Miss Mesa." He greeted. His earrings clinked together just a bit as he caught up to the SandWing. 

Prince Puddle had aged a bit. New scars adorned his face and tail, and he'd added some golden jewlery with green stones along his horns and ears. He looked like a proper prince besides the warmness of his demeanor—that was all MudWing.
Scott
The sun's warmth soaked into her scales as the day slowly wandered on. A slow, quiet day that encouraged anything but staying inside. So out she wandered. She had no plans for the evening, which suited her despite her wish to talk to socialise and banter with strangers.

She flicked her ear as she heard a voice call out to her. Without missing a beat, she turned her head and replied, 

"Why, of course I am! There's a reason my mirror hasn't broken yet," Opening her eyes to see the owner of the strangely familiar voice, "Oh- hey Puddle!" 

Recognition and surprise lightened her obsidian eyes, baring a large smile as she pranced over, barbed tail moving side to side softly as she stopped.

"My, look at *You,* Clearly you've broken some mirrors with your scars," She joked teasingly, beyond happy to see her old friend. "Where've you been? I haven't seen you since forever!"

She carefully took in his features: the earrings, scars and overall the mass of him was somewhat startling. She could never imagine him the way he was currently, though it fit like a small piece to finish a marvellous puzzle. Her sail was a little more ruffled and she still had the wild look she had when younger, though now, she seemed like she was content and more confident with her position in life.
Essie
Puddle laughed, his massive MudWing stature leaning forward to take a good look at her. He seemed to search for a second before he leaned back, happy with what he found. 

"I've been traveling, working—You know Pyrrhia doesn't wait for anyone, so someone's gotta catch up with it all. Hopefully the spats I've been in haven't left me too ugly—I mean, really, you should see the other guy." He told her, his tail sweeping the floor with excitement. Throughout all the years he's been traveling, he never got over recounting all he's done. 

He pointed to his maw, the large scars around his mouth and the scar that wraps completely from one side of his mouth to another. He had a look in his eye—almost reminiscing, like he was looking back at something fond. In the quirk of his jaw, however, told anyone it was obviously not a kind memory. 

"SkyWings." He told her, "Little pack near home, thought I had come for a fight. They'd already seen some action, though, so after they took my face by surprise I made sure they scurried off. Didn't want Mama to worry, though. No need to worsen the already rough patch we've had with them, I'm not looking for a fight and I'm sure no one wants war over a little scratch." He shook his head resolutely.

"But you, sister, you've grown! I see a look in your eye—your back's got straighter, you walk with more oomph!" He laughed at his own words before giving her another look. She really had grown into herself—and she looked almost happy.
Scott
"Aw, that's cute, you must have matching scars! Matching ugliness too- you can't discredit the other fella too much if it's compared to you," She snickered, already having a blast talking to her old friend- she hadn't realised how much she missed their chats until now, as energy radiated from their conversation. 

As he pointed to his once clean jaw, she took in with more detail the scar, as if a red-hot chain was wrapped around it or rather an IceWing's careful claws, intricately sliced.

She laughed, fascinated by his story, curious about the 'rough patch' and how he felt about it. It was his uncles and aunts who were killed, wasn't it? She wondered if he was sad about it, considering MudWing culture. "I doubt you're worth much of a war, either." She half laughed, a genuine smile on her maw. "It's just a lil' ol' stratch anyway, doesn't hinder your appearance at all,," She said unconvincingly, clearly joking, almost too comfortable to insult.

She straightened her neck as he said so, relaxing it with a laugh at his words, smiling toothily. "Don't forget my crooked grin," She said, broadcasting an exaggerated, gummy and almost uncomfortable looking one, finally relaxing it and giggling. "Spending more time in the skies and less appealing others," She said eagerly, happy to share her knowledge she wished she knew earlier. Sure, appealing to others is part of her job, but it didn't feel like a necessity anymore.

She nodded, proud of both of their development through the years, scars and all. She gave an unsure look when he mentioned SkyWings snapping, their temperament definitely earning her some dirty looks- which perhaps she deserved at times. After he finished, she replied with a soft smile, "Ain't that the unfortunate truth, though I don't think I want to be worth too much other than a small fuss about my death," She thought about his later words for a moment. "I guess you'll see how far loyalty goes, Sky and IceWings included. Only thing to do is to wait."

She glanced around, taking in the scenery. She laid down next to him, talons creeping into the mud as they rested. Dragonflies buzzed around the river, the bridge standing proudly as its shadow graced the river below, the water lapping the sides peacefully. "I love that it's not perfect," She said, tone appreciative, "Nobody is, and the splurge of uneven houses gives way more depth than any straight thing."

Mesa hummed for a moment, a small idea in her mind, something she would perhaps expand on later plucked from his previous statements.