The clack of talons echoed as Prince Vermilion approached, his crimson wings tucked neatly against his sides. “You. Yes, you! Are you some sort of noble that I haven't met?” he asked, eyes narrowing with wary curiosity. “You’re in the SkyWing palace…and not many dragons without titles just wander these halls.” He paused, gaze flicking toward the high windows where the sky burned with afternoon light. “If you came seeking Queen Scarlet, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. She…no longer rules.” His voice lowered. “My sister, Ruby, now holds the throne. Things are different. Safer, some say. We're a more peaceful tribe than we were. Though I’d still watch your step. Just in case. Most SkyWings aren't exactly adjusted to this...change. Nor has the assumption that SkyWings are cruel to the other tribes.” He offered a faint smile, the corners of his mouth not quite matching his eyes.