Guiding Flames: IGNIS

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To Amala, the rest of the night passed by like a blur. There she laid, sleeping on top of a log for some reason. She sat up rather abruptly and groaned as she felt a quick pain for doing that, so she slapped herself for her stupidity.

Still feeling tired, she groggily rubbed at her eyes, until her mind - and vision - cleared. She looked around her immediate vicinity, noticing that some were still asleep, while others were as wide awake as her.

Amala decided to grab some biscuits from the night before. She chowed down on them rather quickly, no doubt starving. She also ignored the way she heard the sounds of footsteps, though she had no more biscuits in hand and decided to clean her mouth by wiping whatever crumbs off.

Amala jolted slightly when she felt a hand on her shoulder, though relaxed quickly. A rather jumpy individual she was, and the stranger seemed to agree as they laughed. The tone was rather familiar, which led Amala to turn to her side and face the person, who, in fact, was not a stranger at all.

"Ah, you again," she started.

"Ye be correct, it's me again. I'm actually quite keen on befriending you, that's a fact." Said Alistair proudly. "We never really did back in the village, anyway."

"That's true... but, uh, one usually does that by asking the other about their likes and stuff." Amala hinted.

Alistair's ginger hair moved as she - rather messily - sat down on the log. She then made eye contact, her bright green eyes almost shining, saying something. "I guess you're right on that one. So.. favorite dragon species?"

"Oh. Well, I guess the Skullbane Wyvern," Amala said rather dryly, her answer seemed quite biased. "I meant aside from your own dragon!" The ginger scolded her.

"Jeez! Okay, then aside from Ignis himself, I guess I like the Forestwyrms." She answered without the prior bias, and Alistair nodded approvingly.

"I see. Well, for me, I don't know much about most dragon species m'self, so my favorite so far is just my own dragon's. Oh! My dragon, Fae, is a Rose Amphithere. I guess she's like the Forestwyrms, but red, pink and with wings. And no wood-like appearance." The younger girl rambled, though Amala didn't want to stop her from doing so.

"I know that dragon species. I must say they're rather beautiful." Amala voiced her opinion happily.

"Hah, I'm glad ye think so too." Alistair said rather smugly, the said girl probably having experienced an ego boost.

"So, what are you guys talking about?" Asked the new voice, intruding on the conversation, which startled Amala yet again. She sighed as she turned to see Zane sitting down next to her, on her left. Looks like he finally woke up, huh? Amala thought in her head, mentally rolling her eyes though not in a rude way.

"We were just tryin' to get to know each other," answered the girl with a differing accent. "Why don't ye join us?"

"Sure. So, uh, my favorite color's red," answered the boy awkwardly. "Wait, I meant silver. I like red, but I like silver more." He quickly corrected himself with a sigh.

"You always mess that part about yourself up," Amala joked with a grin, and added her own input. "I guess mine is black. An odd color to really like, I guess, but it's my favorite."

"Well, if we're talking about colors.. I've got to say mine's definitely light pink." Alistair joined in on the new topic, too. "Oh, and yer golden eyes are quite striking..."

"Zane. My name's Zane." He sighed. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I probably should've started with that. Oh, and thanks." That got a small laugh out of Amala when her best friend realized he messed up with his introduction.

"Don't ye worry, you're fine. And my name's Alistair - Alistair Breckenridge. Just call me Alistair, though." She dismissed Zane's mistake - and Amala's amusement.

The three of them kept chatting as more and more people woke up from their slumber, and eventually the logs surrounding the long extinguished fire were all occupied, with soon-to-be students sitting atop them. The trio, of course, ran out of topics and they let a comfortable silence fall between them, as they instead watched as other people held their own conversations. It was rather peaceful, though Amala kept thinking about Flame's Arc Academy in the meantime.