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YukiNeko999 Here's your story! I got a little carried away so it's like a page long:
“Guess what, Iskal!” Isa giggles excitedly.
“Oh no, what?” Iskal knew that whatever Isa had to say was going to be either dangerous or just downright ridiculous.
“I’m going to be Spider-Man today!” Isa exclaims.
Iskal was wrong; this was both dangerous and ridiculous. She sighed, “How do you plan on going about this?”
“I’m not going to fly today, instead I’m going to swing on ‘webs’!” Isa held up some string. “I’m also going to fight crime!”
“Uhm, and how do you suppose you’re going to make that sting stick to buildings so that you can swing from it?” Iskal was trying to make Isa see the error of her ways subtly, without outright saying that her idea was outrageous. She was also scared of how and what crime Isa was planning on fighting.
Isa ignored her; she was too focused on a couple of hatchlings playfully fighting over who could keep an unsuspecting insect in their hoard. She walked purposefully over to the hatchlings.
“No one gets to keep this insect because you are fighting!” she stated. She took the insect in her claws and popped it into her mouth. The hatchlings looked at her incredulously, as did Iskal, before one of them started crying. Isa pranced happily away.
“How is that fighting crime?” Iskal exclaimed, “You just made that poor hatchling cry!”
“They were fighting.” Isa shrugged.
“They were playing!” Isa ignored Iskal again.
“I’m off to fight more crime! And to try out my web skills.” Isa proclaimed.
“I’ll come with you.” Iskal said resignedly. She felt like a babysitter; Isa was going to get into so much trouble today and Iskal made up her mind to follow her. But first, to make things right with the hatchlings. She quickly found a couple of bugs and brought them over to the hatchlings.
“Here you go, you guys! I’m sorry for Isa.” The hatchlings promptly forgot about their Isa trauma and began to play with the insects. Iskal then flew after Isa, who was running to the nearest building, her wings and tail flopping around hilariously.
Iskal followed Isa closely. Isa stopped every once in a while to correct “injustices” and “crime” such as: public indecency (“Seriously? Dragons don’t need to wear clothes. Just because you’re in a scaletight Spider-Man outfit-“), flying over the speed limit (“Isa, we don’t have a speed limit!”), and public intoxication (“Isa, seriously? She just can’t sing well, that doesn’t mean she’s intoxicated”).
They finally came to a set of buildings that were relatively close together. Isa insisted on climbing the stairs to the roof instead of just flying up.
As they walked up the many flights of stairs, Iskal tried to talk some sense into Isa. “Again I ask: How do you plan on using a string as a web?”
Isa held up the string. At the end she had tied a loop. “I’m going to throw this until it catches on something!”
“What is this, the rodeo?” Iskal muttered under her breath. They finally reached the top of the building, and Iskal sat quietly, trying not to laugh, as Isa threw the string time and again, then reeling it back in because it either hadn’t even reached the next building over, or hadn’t caught on anything. But she didn’t give up. Eventually, the string caught on something.
“Yes!” Isa exclaimed, then immediately jumped off the building holding tightly to the string.
“Wait-!” Iskal just had to watch as Isa swung down and then slammed into the next building as she had no way of rigging herself upwards onto the roof. After her pride had been hurt, she let go of the string and fluttered down to ground level.
Iskal flew after her. “Are you okay?” She was choking back laughter.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Isa said sadly before peeling herself out of her Spider-Man suit. Iskal felt a little bad.
“Well, at least you’ve learned something.” Iskal said.
“Yeah. You shouldn't try to be someone you're not, especially if that someone swings from building to building by a string.” Isa responded, managing a shy smile.
