We gather here today to honor the life of Fundor Agusta Purpleflame, head general in my army
Yuba sat in the crowd of dragons, her head lowered respectfully. She was the only one in a chair, all of the dragons preferring to sit on the ground around her. Shogun stood sentinel beside her, his head hanging limply from his neck. BidDaum was on her other side; Daum blew loudly into a tissue, freezing it instantly, while Bid sniffled on impulse. Remi was nestled in what looked to be a huge fishtank, her eyes downcast. Up front were Filiolus and Saburra, sitting in a place of honor near the Dragon Lord. Filiolus looked extremely downtrodden, his feathers limp and wings drooping; Saburra reflected the hatchlings attitude, her claws constantly at her eyes to dab away tears.
It had been five days since Fundors death. Yuba and Shogun had parted with Caesius at the Dragon Lords palace and continued on to tell Filiolus of the news.