"Oh- Uh. It's not that important. I'm not important." She looks away, awkwardly, unsure of what to say next. She looks at the torn fabric strips on her ankles. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble..."
"Even if we do have teeth, we're still the weakest of dragons. And the antennae sense vibrations in the air, and can predict the weather." Palos flops down.
"How??? She's an ancestor to everyone on Pantala! It was probably for our safety because we're too weak to survive on our own." Palos looked offended at even the suggestion.
"Well, first off, I meant like- In charge, in charge. On Pantala, all the Hivewings are in charge of the Silkwings. Yes, Queen Wasp is in charge of everyone, but the Hivewings are in charge of Silkwings, like me- Of course I'm a special case but- Second off, Around a week!"