70- The Class Ruins? Runes?

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After Andarna's little nip, the gryphons and their fliers stayed decenlty in line as Trissa eyes the smaller black dragon before straightening. " Well..Good Morning to all of you. I'm sure your wondering why your out in the middle of the field?"



" Obviously..." Andarna chuffs.


I hold in my smile not looking back at her as my curiosity piques, same with the whole Squad and drifts here. One Squad. One drift. No one else which is... unusual. It's all first, seconds, and thirds from each.


Now my curiosity is really showing.


" From records we have the 'Iron Squad" here to the right and to the Left the 'Indomitables'. Both of your teams from the previous years have been known to be the best out of the years, and have the least amount of deaths. Therefore you've been carefully selected for this class."


" I'm betting Either Xaden or your brother had something to do with this..." Andarna comments again. " Actually he did. He asked for it."


I roll my eyes elbowing her if I could reach. " He wouldn't choose Cat's drift...."


" Well... You wanna tell her or should I?" Andarna responds, I could feel the mild amusement as I know that comment was directed at Rhys. This time I do turn around looking at the two dragons, Andarna was flicking her tail around again while Rhys looked over it.


" It's complicated whiteblood..." He grumbles making my blood instantly boil. He...chose for her to be in this?! Her?!  " Though that wasn't supposed to be public knowledge..." His eyes narrow on Andarna who almost purrs... " Well..unlike you I don't want to lie and keep things from my rider.."


He snaps his serpentine like jaws at her which she doesn't even flinch at growling in his direction making everyone once again look at us. All of us.


" Ms. Sorrengail...Is everything alright? Do you need to take your dragons on a break?" Trissa asks sounding a little genuine but more annoyed we've interrupted twice already. 


" No... No we're good. They're good. Right? Just adolsencents..."


There was snickering from the flier's side, one being Cat eyeing me while mumbling something in Maren's ear... Maybe I do want to send Andarna on a hunt.


" I happily agree. We can burn her." He pipes in.


" Stop." Rhys growls.


" Pick her up and throw her in the River!"


" Enough..."


" Fly overhead, pluck her AND her gryphon and throw them in the river!"

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