Leslee
"Oh." *The hybrid said. His face unreadable for a few moments. He seemed to be thinking. Was seeing things normal? At least it didn't only happen to him as he just found out. The silence was tense. Then he finally spoke.* "Hm. I guess we're similar then. Is that a normal thing?" *Again, he really didn't know. Often he'd see Flurry in his peripheral vision. Hear her voice. Feel like she was watching him. He knew it wasn't real but it.. Felt real. And it terrified him when it happened. Sometimes he just lost it. Went a little crazy and woke up somewhere he had no memory of going to. Maybe.. That wasn't weird?* 

*That not liking other dragons thing confused him. The one thing Flurry wasn't horrible at was equality. Didn't matter what another dragon looked like or what they could do. All of them could be taken advantage of.* "Huh. Well-" *He spread his wings.* "They're a bit larger than a typical icewing's wings.. But this is basically what they look like." *He explained before folding his wings back up.* 

*He wanted to return Stylet's smile but he knew he looked weird every time he tried to smile. So he stared at Stylet with a stone faced expression. He stood still as he watched the hivewing fly up and dive down. He had no idea what it was supposed to do.. Then stared in awe as fish began flopping up to the surface.* "How in the world..." *That was absolutely insane to him. He looked at the water and grabbed a fish.* "Incredible.." *He looked at Stylet.* "How.?"
Rodney
The silence was deafening- the seconds crawling by more like minutes as Stylet's smile moment by moment faded into a nervous, worried expression- his first thoughts being something like 'I should not have been truthful'- when the agonizing silence was broken by Flurry in saying- he had something like that too- he was utterly baffled- there were very few dragons at the hospital that he stayed at, that had similar conditions to him- and most were... Permanent patients, so knowing there were other people like him outside of the sheltering, suffocating walls of safety the psychiatric facility provided- was comforting. Despite the situation of being stuck in a constant state of anxiety because of the feeling of being watched - and how it was a terrible thing, Stylet beamed once more for the stone-faced Derg in front of him and excitedly began writing once again.

If Frosty peeked over at his writings, he'd find Stylet had exceptional handwriting- it almost looked like magic with how perfectly every word plastered the lined pages- and indeed it seemed to be word for word what he was saying. "While I am sorry you face a similar situation - I am very happy to have met someone like you. Every other dragon has found me to be at the very least- strange. But that is not to say that most have not been kind. To my knowledge, it is not normal - most dragons do not see other dragons that are not really there." 

He paused and giggled at Flurry's awkwardness that rivaled his own as he looked his wings up and down with a thoughtful expression and a raised eyebrow- with that he turned the page and kept glancing from the page to Frosty's wings- within moments he produced a decent sketch of Frosty's wing anatomy and showed it to him with a sense of pride.

Stylet helped in gathering as many fish as he could- using his talons like spears to skewer several at a time as he hovered above the surface of the water- chasing the group that was slowly floating down stream. He dutifully returned with an armful that would definitely suffice for the evening's meal - happy to hear the surprised praise in Frostfire's voice. He started writing again- preparing an explanation. "Sometimes, Hivewings have stingers, much like Phyrrian Sandwings- our venom can be one of two variants, one working more similarly to Rainwing venom- and the other acting as a powerful paralyzing agent." He drew his tail in front of his own face- it looked normal for a few moments- but within an instant a large stinger appears on the side of the tail near the tip. "I just put some venom in the water- and paralyzed the fish downstream- though, I certainly used most of my venom to do this, but I don't mind." He paused and wrote something else down. "You will probably want to heat up the fish to denature the venom, or you might also be paralyzed-" He gave a nervous smile- clearly learning the hard way one time when he had gone fishing this way with other non-Hivewing dragons.
Leslee
"So it's a coincidence then.." *Well, at least he wasn't the only one.* "Every dragon is strange in some way I think... Pointing out exactly how is just meaningless and redundant. I don't understand why anybody is mean. Being rude causes conflict... And conflict leads to fighting. Who wants to fight? It's not fun." *He never had anybody to talk to about the ideas in his head. Once Frosty became aquatinted with somebody.. He started talking a lot more than just a few words a sentence.* 

*He squinted at the sketch before his eyes widened slightly.* "That's good." *He looked back at his own wings and then once more at the drawing before leaning back.* "You did that fast." *He stated. The more he talked to this dragon the more interesting they became.* "How do you get your clawwriting (handwriting) so good.?" *Frosty had massive claws on an equally massive body. He couldn't really hold writing utensils properly.* 

"Hm. Noted." *That was slightly intimidating. The way the stinger just shot out like that.. And what it could do- made him ever so slightly nervous. He hated not being able to move. It brought back.. Unpleasant memories of Flurry forcing him to stand still. He flexed his claw without thinking. The one that had been broken.* 

"Oh alright. Won't be a problem." *He lifted up the fish and held it tightly in his claw for a minute. It didn't look like anything was happening- but Frosty was warming up his scales to partially cook the fish. He then tilted his head back and ate the entire fish in one bite. He moved his arm to make sure he wouldn't be paralyzed. He wasn't.* "Would you like to share these.?" *That was his offer to eat together with Stylet. He didn't mind the company..*
Rodney
Just the word 'fight' seems to make him physically withdraw a bit- his neck pulling backwards- he didn't even like the idea of conflict- let alone hearing words associated it with, though he nodded eagerly in agreement with the sentiment about conflict and fighting. Stylet was the type of individual to try anything they could to *Not* Have to fight something- even if another dragon attacked him- he'd rather flee, or if fleeing wasn't an option, he'd just curl into a ball and hope they'd just leave him alone- which surprisingly worked most of the time on account it was very obvious he didn't have anything of immediate and objective value on him.

The young Hivewing's face lit up soft green at the compliment as he worked diligently to write responses to each of Frostfire's questions "W-well, I have to catalog my ideas in this journal, it makes it easier for me to communicate with other dragons- so, I have to write anything I'm going to say. Remember how I spoke without it? It can be difficult to keep track of what I'm thinking, because I'm always hearing, seeing, or feeling something - and sometimes the illusions talk over my inner monologue and create a backlog of ideas... As for drawing- well- when you have a lot of free time, and your only outlet for clear communication is through the pages of a self-written book, you like to scribble in the margins sometimes- and it kind of just evolved from there. Thank you for all the kind words, they mean a lot to me." He looked up from his journal with glee- he was glad Frostfire was opening up a little more with each passing moment.

Stylet notices Frostfire's reaction to his stinger and seemed to panic as he hastily wrote his next line of dialogue. "D-don't worry, I would never hurt anyone with it- I won't deploy my stinger again, if that makes you more comfortable. I did not mean to offend you, I am sorry." He slightly bowed his head in apology with closed eyes before continuing to write.

He watched with interest, bringing his head a little closer to observe what was happening as he watched steam waft from the scales of the paralyzed fish, he wrote something down quickly- turned the page and then wrote his next set of lines. "That is an amazing ability! I could tell from the steam you were heating them up with your body. That is so cool- you are very lucky." Stylet eagerly nodded at the offer to share the meal with Frostfire- so far, he enjoyed his time with this stranger- at first, he wasn't sure what to think of the colorful derg, but the more he stayed and interacted- the more he wanted to know about him- he didn't want to be too forward, but Frostfire would be the first friend Stylet had made in a very long time- with that joyful concept springing into his mind- he continued. "I don't know what challenges you have faced- but I am very lucky to have come here by chance, to meet someone like you. Thank you for being very kind to me."
Leslee
*Frostfire would definitely stand his ground if there was no other choice- but otherwise he'd avoid conflict like the plague. It wouldn't be difficult to get carried away and end up killing somebody in a fight. Frosty was scared of his own strength. He felt his instincts might take over and he might go crazy. Frosty then thought for a moment.* "Oh- I see. That makes much more sense now." *He was starting to piece together what this dragon's deal was. Frosty was doing it! He was socially interacting!!* 

"Must be difficult... I just uh- hear things sometimes." *He glanced off in the distance for a moment. He didn't want to go into detail. He cleared his throat and looked back at Stylet.* "No problem." *It felt good to be nice... Like maybe he could be redeemed after all the horrible things he's done. He then shook his head.* "No no.. It's fine I just- have a few... *Reservations* About not being able to move. Don't worry." *He left it at that.* 

*He then looked confused. Compliments really weren't something he was used to. Lucky? He found it to be a burden. He was a tool for other dragons to use. He wished he was just normal. He wouldn't have ended up the way he did if he wasn't able to do it. He frowned slightly.* "I'm just able to change the temperature of my scales. It's nothing special." *To him- it wasn't. It was just something he was hatched with. Something that he had to carry through his life. Something he had been targeted by Flurry for.* 

"I'm glad to have met you as well. I don't often.. Get to talk to other dragons. This is a nice change of pace.."
Rodney
Stylet noted some of the differences between Frostfire and the typical dragons he interacted with- poor frosty seemed very detached- and there was a sadness in his eyes that was impossible to ignore- it reminded him of someone he used to know a very long time ago... Though of course, that story didn't have a happy ending- but it was a prelude to his freedom today at the very least, which isn't something he would ever take for granted.

He did some more writing, his utensil hitting the page as Frosty spoke and continuing as he prepared a response in real time. "Maybe, if you hear things- it might be good to distract yourself with something. I have a journal, but maybe you could do something else entirely. Painting, sculpting, writing stories, preforming in plays- they are all opportunities to drive from the past, and into the future." The young Hivewing was no saint himself- a fidgety, anxious boy on the outside- that had certainly killed his fair share of individuals, though none of those killings he was truly conscious for - but they were still his crimes to bear. He believed no matter what Frostfire might've done- or suffered through- he was far from unredeemable, for much like how Frostfire didn't like and was utterly scared by the dragons he killed- so was Stylet, in that they were the same. 

"I don't blame you. I was also trapped..." His eyes skimmed the lines, but a lump caught in his throat before he continued. "Many... Many times, it was very scary- but now- I am free, and you are free too. It's a moment to celebrate and enjoy! You are your own dragon, and nothing and no one can hold you down anymore- except, maybe yourself?" He blushed- fearing he might've prodded a little too hard before quickly following it up with a "Sorry-"

Stylet chuckled at his comment- Frostfire finding his ability to be mundane was somewhat- amusing. "I have never met another dragon that was able to do that... Nor have I have read about another dragon with that ability before- the closest I can imagine is the phenomenon in Skywings called 'Firecales' - but you can control that power, it acts not predominantly as a burden as it might for those with Firescales, instead- you can control that power- it is another freedom found within yourself that you've had all along. It is very special- even if you do not find it to be." 

Stylet glanced up at the moon, it hung in the sky full and clear- bright enough to read the pages of his journal with little difficulty- and made it easy for him to grab and eat a fish with the goofiest smile imaginable painted across his face as he ate and awaited Frosty's response.