“Fine, then!” Citrine shouted above the noise of fighting behind them. “But come on!” They flew for at least an hour, looking for land. “See anything?” Citrine asked, as he knew that Icewing sight was very good. No answer. The SkyWing took that for a no. He kept looking, then finally spotted a small island. “There!” He pointed.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Citrine said, and the fiery orange dragon grabbed the other’s claw and dragged him towards the land mass. They flew in and landed on a sandy beach, with a few small mountains and a little forest beyond. “Should we start a fire as we figure out where to go? We might be here for a while. Also, I just realized that I don’t know your name. What is it?”
Citrine felt himself hit hard from behind, as the white dragon, Lime something, yelled, "Get down!" He dove towards the ground, and swerved up just in time to see something fast fly over Limethingy's head. Citrine powered his way through the air, coming even with the thing, and slamming into it. It was a SeaWing! He grasped it tightly and flung it towards the ocean . . . which he realized was a really bad idea.
"An animus," Citrine said doubtfully. "You know how rare those dragons are?" He shook his head. "Well, nevermind that. I'm Citrine. Nice to meet you." He extended a claw in greeting, but pulled it back right away. Stupid "two thirds too much fire", not letting me shake talons, he thought.