Snippet #2444134

Shimmerscale:
Blackwing and I left for the Croc's journey a few days ago. I have become used to my feet aching. I long to swim, but of course that's too dangerous on Croc territory. I think we made good time, though. Some other spies from our squadron, Suntail and Shadyridge ((mwa ha ha)) told us a small band of Crocs, including 2 males and 1 female. "Look!" Blackwing cries now. Silver-ringlet follows his gaze. There, in front of us, is the Ridge. It is basically a cliff drop-off, signaling the end of Croc territory and the beginning of Zhu-cran. Silver-ringlet woops. I scream in joy and do a somersault. Blackwing looks at us with superior amusement, but then again, he's been on a real mission before. We haven't. But his face breaks into a grin when he sees us doing the happy dance we invented when we were spawns. "We'll have an easier time tracking them through Zhu-cran," he says. "There are less hostile people there, and it isn't really anyone's territory. They probably won't drive us off." I nod, then peer down the cliff-face. "How will we get down?" I worry aloud. Blackwing smiles mysteriously. "You'll see!"
He leads us to a small pond at the edge of the cliff-face, leading into an almost vertical rapid. "Silver-ringlet jumps in, the water splashing me. It feels so refreshing on my sun-dried scales. I step in, gingerly. The water is cold, but I'm too dried up to care. Blackwing gets in and pushes his way to the front. "Just swim down," he says. To prove his point, he hurls himself into the spray. Silver-ringlet and I watch anxiously as he pummels down, then is lost in the foam. When I see him again he stands up and shouts," It's fun! Promise!" Silver-ringlet looks at me. "You go first."
"Why should I go first?" I protest.
"He's YOUR boyfriend,"she says, giving me a shove to the edge of the pool.
"Then," I reason, "I don't need to impress him."
In the end we agree to go at the same time. I open my eyes halfway down and am struck by the amazing view. What seemed scary once is just fun now. I scream. Silver-ringlet screams back. We land at the bottom, and Blackwing lifts me up out of the water and kisses me. "Ugh," Silver-ringlet says giving Blackwing a shove. "Get a room."
Blackwing grins. He nods to the incredibly attractive herring standing on the lake shore. "That's our escort. Why don't you go introduce yourself to him?" He puts me down to give her a shove in his direction. "Hey!" she yells, loud enough for him to hear. He glances up and Silver-ringlet clamps a hand over her mouth, blushing.
"I knew he was your type," he says.
Silver-ringlet glances at me. "How do you stand this guy?" she asks. Blackwing sticks his tounge out at her. I chuckle, even the boy who always pretends to be superior to every one has a silly side, I guess.
((My longest post yet! Yay me!))