Goblin took a map and scrutinized it with his bulging pale eyes.
“We have partners?” He said to himself. He pulled the paper closer to his snout, hoping maybe his eyes were deceiving him.
But he had seen it correctly, and according to it, he was assigned to the Quartz Winglet, and would be rooming with someone named Mirror.
”Who names their dragonet ‘Mirror’?” Goblin said while navigating himself towards his room. He passed other students, each different shades of the rainbow, some of them even having four wings, or none at all. Some of them radiated heat, or an icy chill, and Goblin shivered, knowing that some of these dragons could kill him with a single touch.
I should enchant something.. something to make me immune to that sort of thing. I won’t get through a day here with all these psychos here.
Goblin clenched his talons, knowing he was just as dangerous. What things he could do...
He finally arrived at his cave and peeked inside. It was bare, with smooth stone walls and a couple ledges to sleep on. They looked terribly uncomfortable, but the thing that most caught his eye was the dragon inside.
It was an IceWing with the shiniest scales Goblin had ever seen.
Goblin blinked and paused, before realizing the IceWing was asleep.
I guess this is Mirror He was thought to himself.
Pyro thanked the dragon who gave him the list/map and scanned it eagerly. Where should he go first. Pyro was free to do whatever he wanted today, and the choices seemed almost endless. Perhaps he could visit the library.. No.. Pyro didn’t want to risk setting something on fire, or someone on fire.
Or he could go to the Prey Center and eat something, but he didn’t feel all that hungry at the moment.
So in the end, Pyro decided to visit his room and make himself at home. Maybe he would meet one of his clawmates.
Pyro set off towards the Jade Winglet caves, casting nervous glances to those he passed on his way there. He felt butterflies flutter in his stomach and he couldn’t decide whether he was shaking with happiness or fright.
When Pyro arrived at his room, there was no one there. The SandWing gave a little sigh, partly relieved he wouldn’t have to do any talking, yet. So, to pass the time, he set down his bag he had been carrying and started to organize his things. He hadnt brought much, only a camel hair blanket, and leather pillow, and his favorite orange scarf. He laid the blanket on the patch of sand on the floor, and fluffed out his pillow before setting it down. He flung his bag in the corner and flopped down onto the ground, letting his wings relax.
Willow’s still in the library, and Olive is.. in her classroom.