Louise
The street was awfully loud. Sure, a lot of things were loud for Brighteyes, but worse than the clamouring of shouting dragons were the sounds in their heads. Such was the melting pot of the scorpion den that all sorts came through. Loud, lumbering thoughts, sharp, icy ones. Some were venomous and malevolent, while others were warm and slow. They all tended to blend into one large, shining mass in her head. The small stars of minds, normally distant and glimmering always swelled and exploded outwards in areas such as this.

 Through the legs of the larger dragons and occasionally bumping into them was a small black dragon. She walked purposefully, but lacking much grace in her walk. Her eyes, although wide and curious, lacked colour or sight. Most Sandwing kept their tails curled above their heads, so this little sojourn wasn't any more dangerous for Brighteyes than any other escapade. 

 What was she doing today? Looking, again. For what, even she wasn't sure, but she'd heard the voice of someone who she hadn't met yet. She heard those a lot. Many stuck with her, others didn't. She wasn't sure if she saw things, but she felt that the things she sensed hadn't happened yet. What could only be described as colours occasionally assaulted her normally blank vision.

 She'd never thought much about those feelings, but she found that she often heard things before they were said, resulting in a near constant feeling of what she'd heard referred to as Deja Vu.

 And so the dragonet continued through the crowded streets, occasionally pausing to run her eyes or paw at her ears as though hoping she could block the noise.
David
Whirlpool was having a terrible day. They should have been accustomed to being yelled at all the time, right? Today, however, was different; one of their mentors felt it would be a good idea to bring up the fact that they had never been wanted by anyone.

Whirlpool was shocked at how much of an impact it had on them; perhaps they had simply woken up on the wrong side of the bed. With a loud yawn, their gaze swept over the scorpion den. There were dragons everywhere, just like every other day.

They rolled their eyes and clicked their tongue. "How comical," They said aloud. "Lots of rather dangerous business going on, like every other day." Whirlpool didn't care what other dragons thought of them, so they ignored their irritated and perplexed looks. Once more, their gaze swept over the throng, landing on a small Nightwing this time. No, a dragonet, not just a small dragon. Whirlpool gazed; a young dragon like this one shouldn't be here.

They lowered their head, trying to look as non-threatening as they could. Whirlpool could not help but wonder why this weird dragonet just reminded them so much of... Themselves. It reminded them of how naive a fool they were once.

"You should not be here," Whirlpool stated bluntly. "It is dangerous in here."
Louise
He head perked up at the sound of something. One of those things that hadn't been said yet. Her ears twitched, and all other noises were drowned out. She searched through the small solar system in her head, weeding out the stars that didn't match the voice she was soon to hear.

 She wasn't sure who or what they were, but the dragonet couldn't see any harm in approaching the dragon. As the heavy footsteps of someone *Different* Approached her, she twisted her head around. 

 As it turned out, the effort at appearing nonthreatening was useless, as the dragonet, on first glance, appeared to be completely blind. However, the large teardrop scales on either side of her eyes indicated her for what she was: a mindreader. The dragonet didn't speak. Hell, maybe she couldn't. The little creature was hardly as long as Whirlpools forearm from ridged nose to her long and thin tail.

 Strangely enough, as soon as Whirlpool approached her, she seemed to know exactly where they were. Her blank, sightless eyes seemed to meet theirs, and she placed one foot in front of the other until she was at their hooked talons. The little creature proceeded to run face first into Whirlpools arm.
David
"Careful there!" Whirlpool recoiled a little and pushed the dragonet away. "Mindread, eh?" At last, their gaze settled on the pair of eardrop scales adjacent to the dragonet's blind eyes. "-but you also seem feisty! To be honest, I'm impressed."
 They coughed slightly.

 Again, the Seawing leaned down, giving the dragon a gentle prod. "I have an idea!" He began to think about everything that came to mind. *"I'm Whirpool," They said in their mind. **"Who might you be?"* *This is going to be interesting, Whirlpool thought with a small smile.

Whirpool peered at the tiny dragonet below. *"Are you by yourself?"* They questioned in their mind. *"Where are your parents?"* So they began to inquire about those insignificant, genuinely meaningless things. Why would someone need someone else? Why would someone need parents? Whirpool, as smart as they always claimed they were, had no idea.

Whirlpool would never understand how other dragons need those things. They would never understand other dragons. Their friend was right, they truly were never dragon, to begin with.
Louise
This dragon was talking. As they spoke, Brighteyes was busy focussing on the other things in their head. Something irritating earlier, some sort of inconvenience or insult. Brighteyes could see that it hurt.

 Whirlpool. What a funny name. She wasn't sure what that was, exactly. She could hear this dragon regardless of whether or not they spoke out loud, but she didn't mind the thoughts. On many dragons, the thoughts were quiet. This one was quiet, but in a different way. Were they uncertain? Maybe they were simply trying to stay calm. Brighteyes couldn't imagine why.

 As Whirlpool asked their questions, the dragonet sat down, gingerly placing her small claws on her snout as if surprised that she'd run into anything. She wasn't. It was a regular occurrence, but she'd never experienced otherwise, and was quite used to it by now.

 She didn't answer any questions. She didn't speak, period. She simply glanced back up at Whirlpool, obviously hearing and (probably) comprehending the big dragons inquiries. She tilted head head at Whirlpool. Parents had never really occurred to her. She had always been on her own, but many of the vendors and residents of the scorpion den knew of her. The sandwing in charge of the orphanage had actually tried to take her in a few times, which confused her to no end. Why would anyone ever stay in a building full of such *Loud* Creatures.

 This dragon was saddened. Or something similar, perhaps. She wanted to know more. However, as it was, she found herself too far from the source to hear the noise she wanted. She could almost *See* The star of consciousness just before her, and reached up in an effort to grasp it.

 To Whirlpool, it just looked like a very small dragonet holding his talons out in grabby hands.