'I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean?'
Little bubbly Saskia Barlowe would follow her twin brother to the ends of the earth even if that includes entering Basgiath War College where death were as common as saying 'hello'. Saskia onl...
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★ꜱᴀꜱᴋɪᴀᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ★
"Keep the temperaments of each specific breed in mind when you decide which dragons to approach and which to run from at Threshing." Professor Kaori advises, his firm and murky optics narrow, casting sharp lines toward the bridge of his nose as he scrutinizes us.
Fresh recruits for a tense moment that causes me to hold my breath like a pufferfish and my back stiffens as straight as a board.
With a subtle shift in his stance, the illusion he conjured prior being a sleek, formidable green Daggertail then smoothly morphs into a fearsome red Scorpiontail with an impressive row of crooked yellowing teeth.
I shudder involuntarily at the sight of the undoubtedly ferocious creature that could blow me away with a mere huff of air.
His mastery over illusions is unmatched from what I've heard, the only professor in the quadrant endowed with the rather rare signet ability to project vivid, tangible visions straight from his mind.
Each creation he summons seems to pulse with life, a testament to the precision and power of his mental command.
What an incredible signet to have the honor of being the wielder of.
I wonder what signet I will be granted, that is if I even manage to bond with a dragon.
Before my mind can delve into the thorny depths of every negative possibility of what may go wrong over the duration of the next few weeks, of the numerous ways I could easily end up as an icy decomposing corpse for the worms to feast upon.
Well, if I die- at least I'd be providing a meal for a family of worms. Yes, let's look at the positives, happy thoughts only.
Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
The red Scorpiontail hovers menacingly at the centre of our ring of dark oak tables, reduced to a mere fraction of its true staggering size.
At six feet tall, it looms imposingly, an exact replica of the fire-breathing beast that lies in wait within the Vale for the upcoming Threshing.
I nervously swallow as my misty blue hues lock solely onto the illuminated model of the violent crimson reptile, my overworked heart hammering in my chest a million beats per second as uncomfortable specks of unease settle in my gut.
Admittedly, I may think that the dragons are beyond ethereal with a beauty that not even words could remotely describe however that does not alter the fact that if I were to come face to face with one, I more than likely will not be able to hide my skittish habits.
