W.R.E.N.

Rogue

Incidentally my last class of the day was flying. I stood beside Tanwen. She shifted from foot to foot. I put my arm around her shoulder thinking she was nervous about all the others milling around. She looked up at me, face beaming. I laughed.

"Are you excited?" I asked. She nodded, bouncing on the balls of her feet. I was a bit nervous. She was still so young. She giggled.

"Hey, you there, tower boy!" a voice called. Being one of the tallest people standing here, I kind of thought they might be talking to me. Looking around I saw the girl from earlier. She was walking next to the not Bran. Bran was a few steps away. He smiled when he saw me.

"Well, if it isn't my old friend." He sauntered up to me. "Been flying with anyone else's dragons?" he asked.

"Wait, you're not..." the girls voice trailed off.

"Zyn, there you are!" Cordgi came up to me with Neffy on his heels. I smirked.

"Hey, guys. They friends of yours?" I asked pointing to the twins.

"Baram, have you been decorating Attroxia again?" Neffy asked plucking a sticky note from the back of the small demon dragon. He held it up. "Will bite" was printed in neat handwriting. The not Bran shrugged.

"It's true. He needs to come with a warning label." The kid said. I snorted. He blinked at me, a small twitch to his lips. Then the blonde girl who had used me as a seat stepped closer to Tanwen. Her hair was in little buns on either side of her head. She had flowing ribbons twirling in the breeze. She smiled at my Nuare.

"My name's Tempest." She stated politely. Tanwen blinked at her. She inched closer to me.

'It's OK. You can talk to other dragons!' I coaxed her.

'I miss Zia.' She answered. I blinked. Was that why she wouldn't sleep in her own room? I looked at her in a new light. Here I just thought she didn't like the change.

"Is everything alright?" Neffy asked. I didn't even look up.

'She misses a friend of ours.' I said. Not realizing I answered him mentally. There was a gasp.

"Wait, you're a royal?" Bran looked shocked as I lifted my head to focus on him. They were all standing there gaping at me.

"I'm an orphan with no name nor past." I stated.

"Bullshit. Only royals can talk to all Nuare's through a mental link." Bran half shouted at me.

"I grew up with dragons. Their language was my first, you might say. Learning to speak took time."

"Uh, Zyn, you didn't just talk to the dragons..." I blinked at Cordgi. What was he talking about?

"We all heard you." Bran snarled. I looked over at him. So, what did that matter? I wondered.

"Is there a problem over here?" Quinn came walking over to us.

"No ma'am." Baram answered.

"Zyn?" she eyed me.

"What? I'm not doing anything wrong by talking to people. Isn't that what you wanted me to do, Quinn?" I asked. There was a gasp. Everyone in the field looked at me like I had just grown a third head. Her lips thinned. Po bristled at her back.

'Zyn, we are at school!' he scolded me. I rolled my eyes. This was stupid. All my life I called her Quinn. How was I to remember to switch every time I saw her while "in school".

"Really? Fine!" I bowed dramatically at her. "I am abiding by all school rules, Mrs. Rosalind." I straightened to her intense glare.

"Stop being smart, Mr. Tatsu." She reprimanded me. Huh, she hardly used my last name, which wasn't even my last name. It was Shea's, he really had given me everything. I sighed losing the attitude. Which was probably what she intended.