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Jun 10, 2014 11:02AM
Cynthia gazed in amazement as Razeth wrapped himself over her shoulders. He made himself comfortable. Cynthia raised her hand to stroke his scales and asked Adara, "He likes me!! Wow, he is the first dragon I ever touched. Oh, do you know why the headmaster called us here? I came in a hurry, thinking I was late."
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"I have no idea why we're here" said Cynthia. " There are so many empty rooms, I get confused as to which I'm supposed to be in. Well, lets see what he says." ((I have to go now.....i'll be back later. Bye! ))
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On and on they went. While Sapphira and her friend went to their seats, he broke away from them, going over to take a spot with the other dragons in the room, away from the human students.They made it. Oh, thank goodness they made it. Adira hugged Shinrai's neck, repeating, "Thank you, thank you, thank you," over and over again. She smiled thankfully at him, then slid off, looking around the class full of people and dragons alike. There certainly were a lot of them, weren't there?
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Adira shrugged, not knowing the answer. "I'm not sure, but I guess we'll find out soon enough." She smiled at his apology, now on the ground. "Don't be. I'm just happy I remembered what room we were supposed to go to," she said with a light laugh.
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"It must be," Adira answered, sitting down on the end of a bench close to him. "I don't see why so many people would be gathering here otherwise."
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Nikon was eavesdropping on a number of various conversations when he heard something from two girls about the day being something special. "What's going on?" he interrupted, moving to stand behind the two, forcing himself into their conversation. It was obvious enough that he'd been listening in.
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Nikon rolled his eyes—well, eye. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath. All the secrets surrounding the program were making him grumpy. "Just great."
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The man shook his head, he really didn't need to start getting kids involved in his business, dragons were bad enough. "Nothing kid." He didn't move from where he stood, instead scowling at the front of the room, lost in his thoughts. It was rather suspicious... or maybe that's just the way they did things these days.
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She looked up at Iola. "Oh! Um, hello..." She really hadn't expected anyone to come and talk to her...
Nikon again rolled his eye. What had her all in a tizzy? "No need to go get yourself in a huff, sweetheart." He put a hand on the back of her chair, gesturing to the seat with his other.
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Melisquish wrote: "She looked up at Iola. "Oh! Um, hello..." She really hadn't expected anyone to come and talk to her..."The girl looked surprised that Iola had spoken to her. Maybe she was also feeling as alone as herself. "I am Iolanthe" said Iola.
"That's such a pretty name! And you're a dragon, too!" She smiled at her.
She was so nice when she talked. Iola smiled. "Thank you. And yes, I am a dragon. Though it doesn't excite me as much as it excites you. What is your name? "
Ilsa wrote: "She smiled. "If you like, you can hold Razeth through the lesson," she smiled, tucking her legs under her and braiding a lock of her short, feathery hair.""I'd love to hold him." said Cynthia and she stroked his scales again. It felt a bit ticklish, but was nice. She couldn't wait to see if all dragons in the academy were just as nice. She smiled at Adara, feeling happy that she had a friend to talk and share her feelings.
"Seraphina." She smiled. "And I love talking to dragons! You're all so fascinating... Much more exciting than us humans..."
"Your name is also very nice, Seraphina" said Iola. "Humans are fascinating to dragons the way we are fascinating to them.....so I'm right there with you at the fascinated point. I never saw a human before I came to the academy. "
"And I'd never seen a dragon..." Seen being the keyword. She'd suspected, but she'd never seen one with her own eyes... ((Do you want Gwalior to come in?))
((Alright, make her sit next to Cia, so that they can start a convo. I have to go now :(, be back later))
Gwalior entered the classroom, gold scales gleaming. That is, if you ignored the torn out scales and the scratches down her sides. She headed over to the dragons area by herself. She hated not being bonded, but she'd given up hope a long time ago...
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Ilsa, Veratri, Ember, Nigethion, Shinrai, Anya, Adara
(last edited Jun 11, 2014 07:45AM)
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Adara smiled at Cynthia and watched her pet Razeth. The baby dragon seemed to enjoy it immensely, soft scales shooting up like goosebumps. He wriggles slightly, giving his growling, purring laugh and Adara giggled.
Melisquish wrote: "Gwalior entered the classroom, gold scales gleaming. That is, if you ignored the torn out scales and the scratches down her sides. She headed over to the dragons area by herself. She hated not bein..."Cynthia saw a gold-scaled dragon head over to the dragon's area. She hadn't seen that dragon before, so she thought of calling her to where she sat. She stood up, and patted her on the back and said, "Hi, I am Cynthia. Do you want to sit with me and my friend, Adara ?"
She looked over at the human girl. "Would you not rather sit with your human friends?"
"I never talked to any dragons before, and you seem like you are also not too happy to be alone, so I thought of inviting you. It's up to you whether you want to sit with us." She shrugged and walked over to her seat, gesturing the dragon to follow her.
I'm fine with being alone. I've done it all my life. She sighed, however, and followed the girl over to her seat.
Ilsa wrote: "Divya wrote: "I'd love to hold him." said Cynthia and she stroked his scales again. It felt a bit ticklish, but was nice. She couldn't wait to see if all dragons in the academy were just as nice. S...""Adara, I just invited the gold- scaled dragon to sit with us. Is that okay with you?" whispered Cynthia quickly to Adara as the dragon made her way over to them.
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Cynthia pinched her anyway, as the dragon came over. Cynthia moved a bit to make place for the dragon. She was as excited as Adara, to talk with the dragon.
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Gwalior slowly made her way over to the pair of girls.
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The headmaster bustled in. He was a tall man and well muscled, though it was hard to tell. Several students snickered at his garb, as he wore what looked to be an overly large violet robe, much like a bathing robe, embroidered in gold. No one had seen the headmaster, due to the importance of pretty much the running of the entire school. He didn't look to be a particularly nice man. Those who snickered, ridiculed quietly, in an almost sort of awe. This was the man who had convinced both sides to align and he formed the academy. The headmaster's hair was slicked back, greasy, almost, and the hair about his ears was lined with snowy white hair, which in turn was speckled with thin black hairs. Under his arm, he carried a large book. It almost seemed as if he was avoiding looking at his students, dragon or not. Carefully, the book was placed upon the teaching pedestal with an ominous thud, echoing. It shouldn't have made such a loud thud. Strangely, the book seemed far too large for reasoning. The strange man, the headmaster, slicked his hair back with his left hand and leaned over the pedestal, like some minister forcing down words of hell towards the congregation. It was not a comforting glare that he gave each and every one of them.
He cleared his throat to speak. What should he care of the motives controlling him? These children were merely tools for the using. Their lives were insignificant in the greater picture. There was a reason he had so closely dictated the building of the academy, the construction. Bonding was not of his idea or of any known idea. It was the ultimate purpose of a larger being. Grimly, the headmaster smirked. He would be one with eternity, immortal.
"Good morning, students," he boomed deeply, his voice seeming somehow thin as well. He gave a crooked smile to the students, all of which had never seen him before. "And greetings." His eyes darted over them like he was about to consume a delicacy.
"Are we all supposed to chime 'Good Morning, Headmaster?'" Weiss asked, not impressed. He'd been with his dragon since he was a toddler, before the program, and he thought it insignificant. If they all wanted a war, let them have it. Violaceus and he could go live somewhere undisturbed. Now, with Aleyne and her bond, of course, but he didn't care about the academy or its headmaster, as big and imposing as he was. Weiss had seen bigger and more imposing. Weiss didn't care about the man or his goals.
Alyene twiddled her thumbs, barely paying attention to the proceedings by this point. However, she felt Weiss's presence like a soft buzz, tugging her back down to earth, and by that reality. Because that's where he was, and where he went was where she would be also. She glanced over at him, though couldn't disern much from the simple action.
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Weiss, unfortunately for the headmaster, was most likely one of the few who could handle dragonlands. "Ah. Well, I'm sorry for the reluctance," Weiss said, yawning. He wasn't one for egomaniacs.
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Ilsa, Veratri, Ember, Nigethion, Shinrai, Anya, Adara
(last edited Jun 15, 2014 10:02PM)
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((Too bad. Weiss is too bold and stubborn for that. :P))
Aleyne cocked an eyebrow, surprised that Weiss didn't rise to the challenge. She twisted a finger into her pale hair, her gaze still somewhat distant. Her mind was jumbled in thoughts all bustling for position at the forefront. Firstly, the professer. She didn't like him.
