Cricket is in the Terrarium Academy library. The sun is rising, the pink dawn sunlight filtering through the windows, making Cricket's scales glow. She is reading her favorite book to Bumblebee. Bumblebee has black scales, striped with fluffy yellow. Her body is tinted pink in the pink and gold sunlight. "Hive-Wing." Cricket says in that voice that everyone uses around dragonets. "Can you say HiveWing?" Cricket asks. The grumpy, loud, squirmy dragonet grunts. "Hifwing." The dragonet repeats with an eye roll, and Cricket claps. "Good job, Bumblebbe! You're such a clever girl!" Cricket exclaims, smiling down at the dragonet. "You're a HiveWIng. I'm a HiveWing. HiveWIngs are--" Cricket launches into a lecture about HiveWings, but Bumblebee glares at her. "EeeeeeeeeeeeePOW!" The HiveWing dragonet whines, and Cricket sighs. She looks up and notices you. "Oh, hi."