Ryn

Chapter Thirteen

Dragonlings should feel no remorse for an honorable kill. It is our way of life to fight and kill, and we all understand this. 

This is Our Law. 

~ From the Dragonling Grimoire 

There was a party that night. I didn't particularly feel like going, but Dmitri forced me to attend so I could meet and learn the names of my squadron. The dead dragonling had been swiftly replaced, though no one seemed to have noticed. That was just how it was for Ryns.

The replacement was a lean fyn with blond hair and black eyes named Saul. He had no problem getting to know everyone: in under an hour, he was already fast friends with Ruth, a purple-eyed wyk with the curliest blonde hair you've ever seen, and Sylvester, a muscular fyn with brown hair and lovely blue eyes.

Dmitri knew some of the squadron and introduced me to them - Leon and Morgan - but made me go familiarize myself with the remaining three. The first was Ariana, a remarkably muscled wyk with chocolate curly hair and eyes to match. She regarded me with curiosity and had no reservations in asking me questions.

"You're awfully young." Ariana began. "You're the Queen's servant, right? A nasty move she pulled, isn't it? I heard about it from my brother."

I was stunned (did news really move that fast?) but answered the wyk anyways. "Yeah. My name is Anita... and yes, it was rather rude, I guess."

Ariana just laughed. "Dominique is quite the arrogant bitch, isn't she?" I was taken aback to hear someone talk that way about our queen, but the wyk just laughed. "Oh, I trained with her. Never did her schoolwork, nearly flunked the academy."

"You're awfully brazen." A new voice interrupted us and I turned to see an albino fyn. Well. Tonight was just full of surprises. He was tall and skinny, with such a pallor that he nearly seemed transparent. His eyes were a watery blue that accented the veins visible under his skin.

"Cody." Ariana said ruefully. "Always a pleasure to see you."

The fyn - Cody, I supposed - seemed to share Ariana's sentiment. "I won't lie to you like that."

I awkwardly glanced between the two glaring dragonlings and slipped away to meet the last dragonling. He was tall and ginger haired, with startling green eyes. When he saw me, he just gave me a crooked smile. "Ah, tired of those two already? Don't worry. They get worse."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Really? That's such a relief." The fyn snorted and held a hand out to me.

"The name's Derek, though most wyks just call me 'handsome.'"

I shook his hand and rolled my eyes, but couldn't help grinning. "I'm sure. And how many call you annoying?"

Derek snickered. "Less than you'd think. Anita, right?" At my nod, he glanced around the room. "Dmitri's girl. He's my mate's clutchmate, you know."