Having a royal meeting.

Now, listen - meetings between all of the tribal Queens was … very risky, to say the least.

Uncomfortable at best, deadly at the worst. And with the addition of the Pantalaian Queens of the HiveWings, SilkWings, and LeafWings? Forget it.

But, alas … things like this always seemed to come up at one point or another.

Too little contact led to uncomfort between tribes. Uncomfort between tribes led to tension between tribes. Tension between tribes meant battle between tribes. Next thing you know, they’re in a world war with everyone for themselves all because they didn’t want to sit down like grown adults and just talk.

So, one of the Queens - Queen Citrine of the Skywings, one who quite recently rose to the throne - happily volunteered to offer up her luxurious (of course it was luxurious, she loved anything fancy) feasting hall for the party.

No Kings. No heirs. No seconds to bring.

Just them.

It was tense, it was risky - but they had to talk at some point, and they might as well do it somewhere that looked pretty.

So … here they were.

The sun was high in the morning sky (because of course the meeting happened annoyingly early), only a few trusted guards having been aloud anywhere near the place.

Some Queens - such as Queen Doe of the MudWings and Queen Clownfish of the SeaWings - were able to come the night ere due to their kingdom’s closeness to the SkyWing Kingdom. Others - such as Queen Hyperion of the LeafWings and Queen Shatter of the IceWings - had to come at least a week prior.

It was … annoying. But they were here.

Queen Citrine came in first, accompanied by Queen Doe. The two settled at the head of the table, and Queen Wasteland and Queen Arthoplerua came in just after, and Queen Shatter after that.

Next? Queen Rosebud, Queen Fallenpride and Queen Antenna entered - with Fallenpride shooting a deadly look at Queen Shatter as she came in. Finally, Queen Hyperion and Queen Clownfish came in.

… so now what.