Guiding Flames: IGNIS

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Ever since the rest of the chosen students quietened down, the flight was filled with a dreadful silence. The only things one could hear during this time, were the wing beats of the dragons, and the rushing wind in your ears.

It was rather unnerving.

Yet, one could also perceive it as comfortable, just like Amala. She felt rather in tune with her current situation, among other soon-to-be students, atop their dragons and in flight.

With a rather visible serene expression on her face, she enjoyed the feeling of flying through the air, on top of a dragon. She decided to look around, as a thought was brought up in her mind. Zane was chosen from Artunville, too. He should be among the future dragoneers somewhere.

Eventually Amala spotted the unmistakable silver hair of her best friend. She directed Ignis, who complied without as much as a growl, to fly next to Drago, a deep red male Flamevine – a typical four-legged, winged dragon. Admittedly bored, she tried calling the distracted boy's attention. She tried waving him over, though that clearly didn't work. Why did I even try that? She huffed and decided to call him out. "Zane! Zane!" She called, most likely unheard by some since she was a rather soft-spoken individual. But her best friend knew her voice well. "Oh! Hey! I honestly thought you'd approach Drago and I much earlier," he cheekily replied.

"Eehh.. I took a little nap, you know! My dream was a bit odd though... it was kinda like walking down memory lane.." she sighed, used to Zane's antics. "Oh, yeah, I know that experience. I have it all the time too." He replied, apparently familiar with such an ordeal.

"Huh. I wouldn't expect someone like you to." She snorted jokingly, glancing and making direct eye contact with his golden eyes. She watched as he rolled his eyes and directed Drago to leave Amala and Ignis behind.

"Hey, wait! Come back!!" She whined. She gave Ignis a gentle push and he caught up to Drago really quickly, though he had to maneuver through the rest of the flock. "Hah, I was only kidding," the boy laughed gently.

"Well, you.. don't qualify for a comedian at all." Amala sighed, and before Zane could retort, they heard the guide's booming voice once more.

"Come on, everyone! It's already been four hours since we all departed, and I'm sure everyone's dragons are all tired. Let's take a rest on that clifftop, alright?" Several agreements rang out, at least from those who were awake, and the decision was made. Each dragon followed after the other, as they all descended on top of a lone grassy clifftop, devoid of anything the dragons could potentially destroy or disturb.

Everyone dismounted their dragons, one after the other in an unsynchronized manner. Some were a bit sloppy, and some were quite clumsy. But that wasn't a matter too important - they weren't at the academy yet, after all. They can all consider their landing manners later.

"Woah, look at the view down there," Amala heard, a short distance away from where she stood. It was one of the other teenagers in the village Artunville. She couldn't really remember their name all that well.. Alistair Breckenridge, or something.

She took her attention away from the younger girl and decided to take a peek at the view, too. Zane followed after her with a pep in his step. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He grinned, nudging his best friend with his elbow.

"Yeah," she said softly, breathlessly. She sat at the edge, though she was definitely careful to not fall off. Unless someone devious actually pushes.. her.. off.. no. That wouldn't happen here. She held her head in a hand as she continued to gaze at the sky, which turned into a soft orange hue not too long ago. Sunsets and sunrises were always a beautiful concept to the two.