Ryns.
The soldier caste of dragonlings, a particularly vicious species of shapeshifters.
Dragonlings are dangerous.
Ryns are deadly.
Born and raised to be a bloodthirsty soldier, Anita's life has never been her own. She always knew her fa...
Every dragonling has to follow the Laws. To break them is the utmost disgrace among our society, and is grounds for death and dishonor.
This is Our Law
~ From the Dragonling Grimoire
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"The three of you will share quarters in the guest area of the city." Gvrilla said as she led us through the multitude of vendor stalls and stores, the frosty ice cold against my claws. The 'city,' as she called it, was utterly overwhelming and exciting. It made my heart thrum, and I wasn't the only one. Mishal was perched on my tail, hopping excitedly as he observed the beautiful chaos. I craned my head to try and watch everything at once.
Dragonlings of all castes, in both human and beast form, mingled freely on the streets. The savory aroma of spices and roasting meat flooded my nose and made my stomach rumble. Vendors were barking out their wares to those passing, creating a steady stream of clamor that added to the chattering of dragonlings and the squeals of draggies... I awkwardly sidestepped to avoid said younglings. A gaggle draggies, too young to shift into a human form yet, were chasing after a leather ball through the crowded streets, getting under everyone's claws. Two wyks that I assumed were the mothers of the brood loped after them lazily. One of them, a Mora, waved her wing apologetically at me.
"Anita." Gvrilla said, swiping my nose with the flat of her tail blade. "Pay attention. I don't need you getting lost. I'd never hear the end of it."
I snapped to attention. "Sorry."
Alek snorted and stepped up beside me. "Always daydreaming."
"I was surveying." I corrected and straightened up, my pride twinging. "Ryns are supposed to do that you know."
"No," Dmitri said, affectionately bumping my wing with his, "Ryns are supposed to listen and follow commands." The traitor.
"He didn't have to know!" I complained, wiggling my way out from between them.
Alek scoffed. "Oh, so it is a Ryn thing after all! I seem to remember a certain wyk telling my students a certain loophole that they didn't need to know."
"Ha!" Dmitri said triumphantly. "Hypocrite!"
Hmph. Ganging up on me. How rude. Oh well... I definitely liked this better than when they bickered.
That didn't mean I needed to admit it. "Then I'll just hang out with Gvrilla." I hurried to her side, sticking my tongue out at my mates. They just rolled their eyes at me and walked side by side, suddenly being friendly enough to exchange stories about how reckless and mouthy I was. To add insult to injury, Mako jumped in to tell them our exploits before our Trial. Just as I was about to tell them off, Gvrilla caught my eye and shook her head sightly. Oh. Right. As long as they were getting along... I suppose I could ignore them for now.
