Julia
Not quite one of her good days... Actually... Did she have any good days recently? If getting away stealing food counts as a good day, then maybe- but the entire runaway action was differently imagined by the rebellious princess than what she was actually experiencing. Far from home, still unknown if they were still looking for her all the way out here in different territory, the Seawing *Ex-princess* Lingers around the city centre of the Skywings. From her book she got to know some of their culture, but she imagined less stranger tribes to be around. To her surprise she often saw other dragons than Skywings crossing paths with her, mostly giving her odd looks, which was quite reasonable-...

Downtide pulled her robe's hood over her head as she snuck through the market stands. She was kind of thankful that nobles were quite common around here- so her high quality robes more or less blends in with their aesthetic, she was thankful to have chosen her dark red instead of the deep blue one... Unfortunately by now her beautiful robes where covered in holes and dirty spots, since the idea of sleeping beneath the open night sky was more 'badass' than a roof above her head. It's been the third day in the Skywing kingdom- and her packed pouch was by now only filled with crumbs of where once were enough snacks to get by for a couple days. How could've she known exhaustion could make her so hungry? Desperately hungry in fact. She tried to trade with parts of her jewellery- but only got odd looks in return cause of her pretty un-Royal appearance. No royal had that amounts of piercings on them- and most definitely no scars over their talons, arms and face as if they would've been involved in physical conflicts. No Royal would be 'that messed up', so she was taken for a jewellery thief at first, sellers denying her jewellery until she dared to actual steal in order to fill her stomach-

How unfortunate she hasn't thought about guard patrols, and quickly she was dragged to responsibility for her crimes. Responsibility, something she despised just as much as claws pining her neck to the ground. The tumult caused some attention, dragons watching curiously and some even shedding giggles and jokes over three guards which struggled to hold down one young Seawing.
Brendan
Gemstone's jewelry clicked and jangled against her scales as she swept through the crowded bazaar, her path cleared for her by the handful of guards she'd ~~dragged~~ brought along. For her own safety, of course- and besides, they get *Paid* To protect her family at all times, and that certainly included during impromptu trips to the shops. Though, it didn't hurt that they also served as, essentially, a captive audience. Gemstone would take their exasperated replies to her questions of *"Do you think this matches my scales"* Or *"Would you consider this more of a periwinkle or a cornflower blue?"* Over complete silence any day.

As the princess perused the art supplies on display, her attention was drawn, along with the multitude of other dragons', to the commotion in front of a nearby stall. Gemstone ignored the growing crowd and their craning necks, abandoning her interest in a new animal-hair paintbrush set to draw closer, the guards at her flank quickly setting out to clear a path for her. She paid no mind to the bustling, focused on getting as close as possible.

"What's all this?" She demanded once she broke through the ring in her most confident, royally-charged *'I'm-in-charge'* Voice, channeling the regality that she admired in her own mother. While Gemstone herself had no real desire to take the throne- she was content with her art, *Thank you very much-* She knew the power that her family held, and she was willing to take full advantage of it to satisfy her own curiosity. Besides, wouldn't mother be pleased to learn that she was stepping up and taking charge? That in itself was enough reason to press on, golden-brown eyes landing on the writhing form that the guards struggled to hold.

Gs.She paused at the sight of a Seawing under that ruby cloak. Beautiful, had it not been for the rips and tears in it, and she found herself sad for the garment. As far as Gemstone knew, Seawings normally donned cool colors- blues and greens and purples and whatnot. Her eyes took in the rough-looking dragon, pinned by her own guards, and her interest flared. She'd never seen a dragon with so many piercings and tattoos- something she quickly found to be a shame, because why would anyone *Not* Want to put art directly to their scales? She would have to keep that notion in mind for the future.
Hector
Aight aight, if I fall asleep don't worry
Julia
"LET GO OFF ME YOU SMOKESNORTERS!!"

A strong feminine voice demanded, the total opposite of Gemstone's. A sharp poison in her voice that sounded just as threatening as her motion was. She clawed into the stone ground, her claws causing an unpleasant scraping tone- but her rage was fitter than that, especially when one of the guards grabbed her by the horns and pushed her face against the floor.
"You are arrested due to multiple theft! In your own interest, tell us from where you've stolen that jewellery!"
One of the guards commended, who had enough air in his lungs unlike his colleagues- which also had a view scratches over their arms by now.
"I told you-!! I did NOT steal them! I brought them with me from the Seawing kingdom!!"
"Very unlikely, you're wearing the jewellery of nobles but have to steal?"
"I tried to trade em!!!"
Downtide grunted, when she mentioned she was a royal- or used to be since she decided to run away -the crowd including the guards bursted into laughter. It wasn't at all how she imagined it. What brought her so far out here in the first place was her wish to be free from Royal responsibilities. She wanted to experience adventures like the characters in her books- she wanted to live a life outside of her palace and Royal grounds. Now she got what she wanted... The polar opposite of Royal treatment. Her face flared with anger- but in between her tensed eyes tears began to form, if it was from the physical pain of her wings nearly being dislocated or her dreams being crushed by the painful reality.

Downtide's eyes met bright yellowish, nearly golden scales which stood not too far from her. Downtide raised her head as far as she could to look up at the dragon, all those accessories instantly bringing her to the conclusions- *A royal... And that shiny twig is looking down on me like that-...As if nothing could ever touch you* She thought.

"You better lower your head for princess Gemstone, thief!! Your majesty- we apologise for the drama, we will take care of this."
The guard promised, struggling with keeping Downtide's head low-
Brendan
Gemstone wasn't entirely sure what to do here. On one hand, the guards claimed thievery. On the other, this Seawing looks rather peeved at being accused, and shouldn't any criminal be trembling under the claws of three armored dragons? Surely, any thief would beg for mercy. Still, wasn't it her job as the highest member of authority present to settle the dispute? And shouldn't she fight for any innocent dragon to go free? Gemstone certainly thought so. 

"Let the Seawing stand," She ordered the guards, critical eye taking in the supposedly ill-gotten goods. She was determined to get to the bottom of this commotion- just like a detective in some of the library's scrolls.

The Skywing princess stepped closer to take the gold rings form one of the guards into her own talons, examining them closely. Gemstone considered herself a conneseour in the arts more than anything else, but she's no stranger to jewels and precious metals- especially the ones that serve to enhance her own scales. She was *Also* Quite familiar with the shopping district in Sanctuary, and not once had she ever seen regalia in styles like these. She was sure she would recognize them; gold was an excellent accent color for herself, after all, and she knew practically every metalworker specializing in jewelry in the area. And the cloak- while red is a popular color in Skywing arts, the style of it cetainly isn't that of Skywing origin. In Gemstone's mind, that just cemented the fact that the Seawing really had brought it- and by extension, the jewelry- from the Seawing Kingdom.

"Are you daft? Or just blind? From which stall do you suggest this jewelry came from?" Gemstone demanded of the three guards, holding up the metal bands to make a point. Her neck arched to its full height, though she wasn't aware of just how little it intimidated anyone, the delicate chains draped around her horns swaying at the sides of her head. It was the job of her personal guard to do the intimidating, anyways.

"In all my time," She started again, as if she weren't only a few years old, "I have *Never* Seen this style of work. And believe you me, I would *Remember* Craftsmanship like this. So *Let the Seawing free."* She huffed to herself, having convinced herself of the blue dragon's innocence- perhaps too quickly, though the thought never once crossed her mind. Under threat of jailing, Gemstone figured that *Surely* She would be honest. 

"Seawing," She decided to address the blue dragon directly, voice dropping its attempt at authority and gaining a more formal tone, though it was stilted, like a child playing at being ruler. "On behalf of these-" She paused for a moment, trying to remember her lessons in *Not* Blatantly insulting the castle staff, *"Mistaken* Officers, I offer my sincerest apologies. And- and your property back." She faltered just slightly as she held out the jewelry, finally taking in the anger on the water dragon's face.
Julia
As the princess commanded for the guards to stop pinning the Seawing down, actually giving them somewhat the individual rights of standing upright, the Seawing nearly threw one of the guards as soon as they loosened their grip- but not to give it a run, or an eventual fight with the other two as a caught and stressed criminal would have-, instead she growled at them before meeting the inspecting eyes of the Skywing princess. Downtide was about to raise her head- giving them just the same intimidating look, but changed her mind last second realising what situation she was in, so she kept her head low.
"Your highness- she-"
The guard instantly silenced his explanation as the princess shared her statement and knowledge about the local jewellery, claiming that the Seawing's were not matching theirs in an obvious way. The other guards kept their heads low as well- out of respect and shame as Gesmtone made it sound as her arresting wasn't justified the slightest.

Downtide exhaled as the princess sentenced her innocent, her facial expression loosening a bit as she reached out for her jewellery, taking it with a respectfully thanking nod.
"But your highness, she was caught stealing goods from the bakery-"
Downtide's snout tensed up once more as she hisses over her shoulder at them before for the first time- locking eyes with the brownish glimmering gold.
"I tried to trade my jewellery for something to eat, I've been denied, and hunger drove me, if you can relate-" *What I doubt..* Downtide thought, instantly being poked into her side with the harmless end of the guard's spear.
"Address the princess respectfully!"

The seawing's voice was showing the slightest tone of guilt within, despite her reason being somewhat reasonable. Besides, now as those robes where hanging loose on her, the "Art" On her body that was mistaken for tattoos before- now been revealed as the glowing marks which Seawing's had. Since Gemstone spent quite the time in scrolls- maybe she has heard once about a unique pattern of those among royal blood. But if this pretty- unroyal behaving Seawing, really was from royal blood, why didn't they defend their position? Not once they've stated their status, and most questionable- what was a royal Seawing, with apparently no escort, doing so far from familiar territory in the Skywing kingdom?