The pink-and-green drake had crawled out of his grave for the night and was walking along the cliff. He had noticed some commotion down on the sands below but paid no mind to it, as last time he had interfered with some shenanigans, he, well, died.

So as he paced back and forth along the cliff, with his tail lashing back and forth, his emerald-toned eyes shining brightly in the dark. His stitches pulled at his skin, threatening to break, though they never would. He groaned, bringing a sharp-clawed foot to scratch at his neck stitches, pulling at the strong, rope-like strings.

But then suddenly, seemingly without warning, a small, blue-green head peeked up at the two-toned drake, smiling with sharp teeth. The blue dragon took up a scary face, flashing black and red, with fluid dripping from it’s face-

But then the zombie-esque dragon blinked, and the monster went away, being replaced with the sweet face of the sea dragon once more. He recognized her, somehow…

It hit him like a stone.

Bottle. Or, well, his name was probably different now, as that’s what Sea Dragons did. Probably Bottleglass or something. But, the pink-and-green dragon realized that the other most likely wouldn’t recognize him, as when they had last seen each other, he was simply a green dragon, without pink patches and without a floating, glowing orb above his head.

Stepping back in surprise, the dragon tilted his head.

“How the hell did you make it up here?”

“Bottlecap climb!”

So that was the new name. His friend also seemed more feminine. But then that also hit him like a stone.

Bottle, er, Bottlecap, had never been the most masculine dragon, from what he had seen, but now, clearly, the sea-dweller was obviously femme. Transgender; not an unheard of subject, but quite uncommon in the area, due to the amount of conservative elders.

“So I see. You need help, buddy?”

“Nope! Bottley gots this.” And, demonstrating that exactly, she pulled herself upon the cliff’s flat surface, webbed claws scrabbling for a grip on the damp grass. Following her, another, bulkier dragon pulled himself upon the cliff, muscles straining. Protectively, the bi-colored dragon stepped in between Bottlecap and the other.

“Who’re you?” Questioned the zombie.

“Lowe. Move it, please, undead.” Frowned the brown dragon, flicking his blue-tipped ears.

Undead dragons were uncommon, but not regarded as highly as other rare dragons. Suspicions and rumours ran around that the undeads could infect others, that undeads were mentally less capable than others; things of that sort. 

"Okay, Lowe, I'm going to be nice and step out of your way. If you care, my name is Berry." 

"Berry. Well, Berry, I don't think I do care what your name is, though I might be interested in that orb floating above your head. I've never seen such a thing!" 

Berry frowned, shaking his head, the orb always maintaining it's position with only slight movements to the sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of Bottlecap. 

"Berry!" She exclaimed, wrapping arms around the other's pink neck, "Bottle has missed you! Very much!"

"I see, I see. I've missed you as well. You've changed quite a lot, dear Bottle." 

"Yes, yes," Bottlecap grinned, stepping back and bouncing up and down, "Bottle is now Bottlecap, and Bottle is now also true self; Girl!" 

"Good job," Smiled Berry in a almost fatherly way, remembering the last times they had seen each other, possibly two or three years ago, possibly even four. 

"Hey, enough mushy-gushy reminiscing."

Berry didn't think he would get along with this Lowe fellow very well. He hoped he didn't stick around.