Dragons' Positions [Fickle Positions Chronicle # 1]

Chapter 4 : New Discoveries

Waking up, Alala blinked for a few seconds, remembering that her father wanted her to meet him in the library this morning. She stayed in the bed for a moment though, enjoying how she felt before rising up and dragging her body to the bathroom. Once inside, she took a shower and dried up. Then, and only then did she realize that she didn't bring clothes with her and thanked whatever deities were out there that she didn't share her room with anyone as she walked out wearing a towel.

Quickly, she went to her bed and realized something, while her father and her traveled she only ever used the clothes on her back and whatever few underwear she could keep in her satchel. After all, her clothes would've been ruined by her training, leaving them singed every time. Due to that, she had decided at the beginning that she'd buy new clothes when her training was done. Her training wasn't done yet though, but she had to be around others, so she supposed wearing clothes that weren't singed would be appreciated.
Then and there she decided that if ever the opportunity came around she'd buy clothes, but if not, then she'd leave it be. After all, if people were so bothered by her clothes they'd have told her something, right?

Deciding that was that, she wore her clothes and made her way to the library where her father gestured for her to sit on a couch.

"Well, since you're proficient in everything else we have no choice, we need to focus on it now." Her father spoke, seeming to be dreading the next topic, yet not moving from his position on the couch across Alala's in the library.

Alala was scared, but curious , so she leaned forward in anticipation. "Focus on what?"

He, quick as could be, as if he didn't want to worry about it anymore, answered. "The thing that makes you a dragon in the first place, your other form."

She blinked for a moment before bursting out in laughter, but stopped at the look her father was giving her.

"This is no joke, Alala. You cannot lead a dragon army with no dragon form." He emphasized what army she was to command, so as to make her see how serious he was.

She waved her hand, looking apologetic while doing so. "Sorry, sorry, I just thought I didn't have one in the first place."

Her father raised his eyebrows, incredulous. "And what lead you to that conclusion?"

She merely shrugged in response. "I don't know, you never mentioned it. I just assumed because I was half I wouldn't have a dragon form."

He coughed, trying to cover up his amusement. "Assuming things could lead to your death,never assume things are the way you think they are." He stood up, gesturing for her to follow him out of the library. "Now come along, we need to head to the arena," here he seemed to mumble to himself in dread, " so you don't kill me and any furniture when you change forms." Then, they were off, turning left and right, but everywhere they went there seemed to be someone who stared at Alala a bit too long. Getting nervous and fidgeting, she couldn't take it anymore, so she decided to voice her concerns.

"Why are they staring at me?" He turned around, seeming to gauge her reaction before sighing.

"Women are rare among dragons, you know this, but women born to bloodlines as strong as ours are even more so. They will stare at you, it's inevitable, so you might as well get used to it." Seeing the put upon look on her face, he decided to help her. "Or, you could try to find something to cover up your features." With that hint, they arrived in the arena, her father walking straight to the middle, as if there were no other place to be but there and pointing in front of him.