Sorry || A Qinter Fanfic || Chapter 4 || Wings Of Fire

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sorry abt the last chap guys, hope this is better ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- *** Winter glanced at Qibli as they watched Moon talk about herself for the stupid “ice - breaker” activity Tsunami made them do. And it was his turn. “Eh… I’m Prince Winter,” he started. Winter could swear Qibli said “Queen Glacier’s Nephew,”. “I am the nephew of Queen Glacier and I have two siblings. One now, maybe. “I like the color blue,” he finished. Stupid Winter, even Kinkajous’s was better. Qibli had been in Scorpion Den? Hmm. Maybe he was tougher than he looked? Tsunami went on about the winglets and the rules and how to respect different tribes. But all Winter could think about was Qibli and Moon. Moon had said she grew up in the rainforest, not on NightWing island, Qibli was close to the royals of his kingdom but didn’t act like one. His stream of thoughts were broken off by Kinkajou pointing to him and Qibli and giggling. Moon was watching too and a small smile crossed her face. Oh no. They didn’t think - no - they were just guessing. Winter tried to forget that line of thought and focus on what Tsunami was saying. But a whirlwind of thoughts went on inside his head. And they were all about Qibli. ~~~ Qibli. Qibli. Winter smashed the scroll he was reading on the floor. Why can’t he stop thinking about him? First it was Moon, that NightWing and now he was falling for a low - born SandWing. What was wrong with him?! Where was his royal intellect? What would mother say if he said he liked a SandWing? She would snap off his horns and throw him in the dungeons. His tail thrashed furiously. What would Qibli’s Queen say? Did she support inter - tribe romance? Or would she be furious at him for liking Winter? Just then, Qibli walked into their cave. “Winter, Moon says she has an idea on how to feed Bandit! Wait - what are you doing?” he asked, eyeing the scroll that was on the floor. Oh no. The scroll. The scroll Winter had absentmindedly drawn Qibli’s face on! No no no no no. He picked up the scroll and shoved it under the moss bed he was sitting on and eyed Qibli with a venom loaded glare. “Whoops, shouldn’t have asked, nevermind, let’s go to the prey center.” He walked over to Winter and grabbed his talons. Warm. maybe he- Suddenly, an embarrassed expression crossed Qibli’s face and he dropped his talons. He beckoned for Winter to follow him and he walked to the prey center. Winter followed, his jagged claws clunking against the stone. Qibli was in the prey center and was eating a bowl of sunbaked lizards. He saw Winter watching him and gave him a friendly wave. Winter wanted to wave back but his sister Icicle was nearby. She would absolutely disapprove of him. And probably feed him to a walrus. But to all horrors, Qibli walked up to him and gave him a piece of his food. Winter could feel himself blushing and tried to stamp down his emotions. Icicle watched intently and a new emotion rolled through his body. And it wasn’t a good one. It was fear. ***