Timothy
"I understand what you mean, two dragons working in perfect unison is always tough I cannot imagine doing the same as a conjoined pair."

Atlanta spoke shifting her wings, if the two were looking they could see pale royal marking all across her massive wings. But most of the seawing royals were of the blue zone variety. Although if the pair had taken any history lesson about the other tribes this would be the urban legend of the seawings. The rare "Trencher" Variant.

"How much fish would you like? I don't mind catching a few for you both."

Atlanta began to study the water trying to figure out the best plan of attack to catch as much fish as she could. The massive seawing was much more suited to deep sea whale hunting but she could hunt for smaller fish quite easily.
Audrey
Moonstone's eyes lit up, and Morganite could practically feel the drool gathering in his jaws. "I want five," Moonstone said enthusiastically, only tacking on a "Please" When he was swatted with the back of his brother's wing. Still, he eyed the lake hungrily, the tip of their shared tail twitching.
"Really, any is just- very nice of you," Morganite tried to cover for his twin's tactless blunder. "We share a stomach so, uh, don't worry about feeding both of us. And- and thank you!"
Timothy
Atlanta nodded looking towards the two thinking for a moment as she debated showing off just a little bit and well deciding that yes in fact this was a time to show off a little bit of her "Abilites" So Atlanta slowly took a step into the water her massive tail swishing back and forth as Moonstone and Morganite could see a little flash on her left horn ring followed by a loud crack of electricity coming from Atlantas snout. A few moments later Atlanta reached into the water and pulled out seven large salmon which to her were not very big but to a skywing who didn't understand fish they were quite large. The large seawing flicked her wings slightly before turning towards the two looking at them with a slight smirk on her snout.

"You won't have to worry about cooking them, unless you enjoy cooked salmon scales."

She spoke calmly setting down each salmon which seemed to have a bolt of electricity running from eye to dorsal fin.