The warm sun bathed the SkyWing palace in golden light as you wandered the stone paths of the garden terrace, the air filled with the faint scent of ash blossoms. Talons scraped gently behind you, and a voice called out—bright and casual. “Hey there! Didn’t expect to see anyone else out here.”

Turning, you saw a tall SkyWing with rust-red scales and a loose smile tugging at his snout. “Name’s Hawk,” he said, giving a small, exaggerated bow. “Prince, technically. Though… not much use for titles lately.” He stretched his wings lazily. “Used to be, this place was all snarling and scheming and trying not to get incinerated by Mom. But now that Scarlet’s out of the picture and Ruby’s wearin’ the crown…” He gave a shrug. “Well, there’s less politics. More time to just… wander. And not worry. It's kinda nice, honestly.”