Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 26, 2020 19:24:52 GMT -5
Ledolyn
Ledolyn nodded, and stepped out of the way a bit, and placed her hand on Valnirith's nose like she did with Sequoia, gently stroking the dragon. Upon recieving a blink, she circled around, and climbed onto Valnirith's back. Valnirith spread her wings out, preparing to fly, but Ledolyn pushed her wings down, and dismounted again. Valnirith looked rather disappointed.
The Dragon Keeper then said, "Valnirith it is!" He wrote the name, then had done it for some more students, until he said, "Now that you have done your choosing, you packed your items, so go to a dorm that isn't occupied, and unpack. I'll show the way. Leave your dragons where I say to." He then led them, into the school, and when they entered, Dragie said, "Leave your dragons." He waited, and after everyone had, he led them into the common room, and said, "In that cave," pointing to where he meant, "There are caves to rest in. Go choose one, and report here in ten minutes."
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 26, 2020 20:07:38 GMT -5
Ledolyn
Ledolyn nodded, and patted Valnirith on the nose before walking off down the hall. She pushed open a door, and slung her pack onto a bed, leaving the door swinging. She unbuttoned the flap, and took her knife. She unsheathed it from it's leather sheath and admired it in the light quickly before stuffing it, along with everything else into the wardrobe.
Hrafn easily put a handcrafted sword, forged half by her, half by her dying mother, and sheathed it. She knew swordplay would be part of the class. She unpacked some clothes, her knives, and finally a necklace from her mother. Then she came out of her room, number 6, and nodded to the Dragon Keeper.
Jackson heard the beginners. He sighed, then remembered the schedule. Three days to rest and a day to work. Beginners had their day, then tomorrow the Initiates, then him and the Verofzies and then the Senzirs. Then beginners, blah blah.
Dragon Keeper Dragie then, when everyone was there, said, "We have the stables ready for your dragons. Please follow me, and get your dragons." He then walked over to the stables, and said, "Write your dragon's name on the slate on the gate. We always feed the dragons, give them water, and those things. Find an open stable and do this." He swept hs hand towards the empty stables for the beginners.
Hrafn let Aeonul find one, and they came to a corner. She wrote Aeonul on the slate, then going to Dragie.
Morgan followed the instructions given, finding a room and quickly unpacking her belongings away. She took out a notebook and placed it at the bottom of the wardrobe, once done did she leave and reported back to the dragon teacher. The young woman walked through the stables with her dragon Rowan, they found an empty stable that was slightly out of the way and she carved ‘Rowan’ into the slate. Then she returned back to Draggie.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Dragon Keeper Dragie then said, "As you will have a weaponry class, I will have to show you the armory that we change the location of every year. Unless you have a weapon which you can wield, you will select a weapon from here." He then messed with some stone near the stables, muttering some words, before a slab moved, revealing a rack of weapons. Bows, swords, they were there. All medieval weapons.
Hrafn just drew her rapier that she had clipped to her belt minutes earlier. Then she went throug the five positions she had been shown, and then sheathed it again. It had a long, 1 foot blade, and it was thin. Perfect for quick flurries. She then inspected the raven carving on the pommel.
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 26, 2020 21:18:12 GMT -5
(I swear, every word Ledolyn says she reminds me more and more of Snorri, if you've read Septimus Heap.)
Ledolyn
Ledolyn's eyes widened. "Do knives count as weapons?" She surveyed the weapons, but furrowed her brows when she realized they were not the same as she had used before.
Dragie said, "Yes. We have three main teachers, who are experts in their field. Ranged, Melee, and Specialized. As long as you can use that knife, and win a fight, you are good. Now, you may choose the weapons."
Hrafn easily played fairly against an opponet she had imagined. She felt omething tickle at the back of her head, and gave it access. "Ah yes, the headstrong one who will complete the House of Ice."
Jackson heard a voice. "The one to complete the House of Wolf." He shuddered, then practicing with his sword. (So, every character should hear a voice in their head saying they fulfill a House. My guideline is how do they act, what describes them?)
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 9:04:21 GMT -5
Ledolyn
Ledolyn stepped forward into the armory and glanced around. "I suppose then I do not choose a weapon from here?" She glanced around suddenly as she heard a voice in her head. "And from the house of the snow leopard..." She bristled slightly, but ignored the voice and looked back to Dragie.
The Dragon Keeper nodded. "Do not take a weapon from here then." He then drew a sword from the depths of his robes. "Weaponry is a fine art, striking the fine line is difficult."
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on Mar 27, 2020 9:46:21 GMT -5
(I forgot to put this in the previous post, but that moment when somebody else steals your element so you have to come up with something random lol)
Ledolyn
Ledolyn nodded and stepped back, but looked at the weapons still with a slight glint of an unrecognizable emotion in her eye. She looked over them all, but stopped in her tracks when she reached one. "Förrädaren..."
(Who wants the whole purist dragons belong to us plot to start?) Hrafn had a nervousness of Aeonul not being near her. She swiped a few times, then sheathed it after it sung in the air. Security is what she had been missing.
The Dragon Keeper said, "We will get your saddles ready, our saddle making team is the finest of them all." He then saw some glint in his eye. He turned, seeing a saddle lying on the floor. 'Rowan's saddle.' A tag next to it said. "Morgan, your saddle is ready."