Mango's eyes opened slowly to a bright light. Where was he? He was lying on a soft, feathery bed in a room full of gray and gold cushions and several floating orbs for lanterns that emitted a dazzlingly bright glow. One of the walls was open, but covered by a bunch of smaller orbs in a grid pattern. / Where am I? / he wondered frantically. "Morpho? Where are you?" "Ah. Morpho did well, bringing you here," said a low, gravelly voice. Another dragon stepped from outside the open wall. He was jet black with a neon green stripe running horizontally down either side of his body. "Who are you?" Mango said, a chill running down his spine. It was the same feeling he got from being around Morpho, but stronger. "The name is Veneen," he said smoothly. "Your name is Mango, correct? Eastern tube-nosed bat, three years of age? Morpho told us everything. Well, everything xey knew about you, anyway." Every emotion imaginable shot through the bat's body. Betrayal. Fear. Excitement. Sadness. Anger. Happiness at hearing Morpho's name- wait, what? Why was he happy about that? Morpho had gotten him captured by dragons. But... xyr beautiful, shimmering face... NO. Mango caught himself wearing an embarrassingly dreamy face. Veneen was looking at him with an amused expression. "You must stay here. I cannot have you going off and telling everyone you saw dragons. It would be such a disaster. Now, I suggest YOU get over here. You have some explaining to do." Mango felt confused. Was Veneen talking to him? But then someone stepped around the corner. It was Morpho. Collab with @MackenFLUF
