Amala didn't expect the guide to speak up yet again - in fact, she didn't even know the man was still around. She thought he was off wandering somewhere. Or something.
Though, that was probably to be expected anyway. The guide that has been leading all of the future dragoneers from Artunville started talking. "Come on, you lot. I'm sure you have all gotten your rest, and your dragons too, of course. It's time to continue on the road - or shall I say the sky?" It seemed as if it was an attempt at a joke, one that Amala found rather funny as she started giggling. The other individuals around the area started expressing their joy, too.
"Everyone on your dragons!" The still unnamed guide exclaimed, and everyone followed his command. Soon, everyone was seated snugly on their mounts, and departure was imminent. Amala was just glad all of the snacks were eaten - so nothing was left behind - though.
"Now, if we just keep heading north, eventually, we will come across the famous Flame's Arc Academy. You guys can nap on your dragons' backs if you wish to. Just enjoy the rest of the flight!" He cheerfully announced, as if he acted like some sort of announcer and commander of an airborne machine (one that could house at least a hundred different people) in a different, more modern world. Amala didn't know where that thought came from, but she shook her head and didn't bother.
The girl opted to lean her body downwards and rest on Ignis' back for the rest of the flight to Flame's Arc Academy. "It's only been like a day at least, and it's already been too eventful for me.." the girl trailed off and yawned. She quickly fell asleep after that, much to her dismay as she realized she was dozing off.
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Amala jolted upwards as she startled herself awake for no apparent reason, which in turn startled Ignis as well and caused him to bump into at least two other dragons. Throughout the sudden turbulence, she could only hold onto the Skullbane Wyvern as tightly as possible. Additionally, Amala could only assume his hurried growls and hisses were draconic apologies to the dragons he bumped into.
The thought of that made her smile a little, though she quickly plastered her face with a neutral expression. The girl sighed as she loosened her grip when the turbulence ended.
"Are we there yet?" Amala heard a soon-to-be student shout over the rushing wind, to which the guide accompanying them replied with a negative response. "No! Not yet!"
"Damnit!" Said the same individual. Huh, they've got quite the personality. Amala thought and snorted.
"Though, in around less than an hour, we'll make it there," reassured the guide dragoneer. Amala let out a sigh of relief that she didn't realize.
Soon, she could hear rapid wing beats. And she turned to face her left side - there was a pinkish Rose Amphithere, and when she checked out the rider it was none other than Alistair.
"You really want to befriend me, huh?" Amala asked, quite amused, to the ginger-haired girl.
"Ye be correct! And you can't say no to me," Alistair grinned. "Besides, it ain't that bad to socialize, ye know?"
"I guess I have to agree with you on that," Amala decided to humor the girl. "Let's stick with each other throughout the trip, then."
For a while, you could say the two drifted in silence. Or, well, Amala did. Alistair practically talked the poor girl's ear off for the rest of the flight... Nobody complained about the constant noise for some reason.
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Guiding Flames: IGNIS
Fantasy"Reach the end of your story in your own way." Such were the final words muttered to the young, future dragoneer, Amala E. Adalgild, before her ultimate departure. No, this young woman isn't some legendary protagonist of a fantasy elegy. She's just...
