Current Quarter/Month: Dyo (Spring) Current Year: Year 81378 Current Day: 1 Thoughts are italic the lyrics in the subject are from Jethro Tull, in a random spasm ^^ This is open to anyone ^^ It is a desperate lunge of posting by me to get him some friends. He loved the feeling of flight. The freedom and ferocity of a moment when you realize that you are tied by nothing, touched by no one, is incredible. It only lasts a second, even with doubt lurking in the back of your mind, and then gravity and wind tangle with you. You forget the feeling of that moment, all the emotions and sentiments that twin with it, and focus completely on trying to regain an echo of that freedom, just gliding. That’s what Naratol t’ Aybara did at this moment; flying, not quite free but a tantalizing eternity from it. He loved it. He loved the way the world shaped under him, the way the winds twined around him. He lusted after that screaming ‘alive’ when he struggled against the world to be in the air. He always lost, eventually, but you always knew acutely that you were alive when everything around you tried to kill you. He folded his wings around him, diving, even adoring the fear and unknowing that accompanied the plummet, be for he opened them and flew inches from the ground, losing speed every moment. Naratol was beautiful in flight, his normally stony face alight with a thousand emotions. Strange, how people were inconsistent like that. He righted himself to stop, and breathed deeply, just as he had been instructed, and folded the leathery wings back. Standing in unimpressive breeches, white shirt and emerald vest, it was easy to forget that his siloutte had tumbled with the shadows of clouds moments before, that he had almost broken free mere instants ago. Everything was too easy to forget, too easy to let it slip away. He sighed and returned to the shade of a tree, where his forlorn book and blank homework sheet sat, seething with evil intent. Soporific texts covered the page in useless monotony, droning for an infinity of four pages. He sat down, leaning his silvery visage against the tree as azure eyes flicked down the first page, resigned and grim again now that his little ‘break’ had ended. Hm. Which block can successfully disarm… thank the gods that our tests are physical only…still haven’t talked to anyone in that class… still no one, really… good god, how am I supposed to know who started aerobatics? We’ve only done physical exercise… I shudder to think of what evil slinks in the hearts of educators… After writing a series of unintelligible answers, he was startled by the onslaught of students taking lunch. He leaned forward and began eating at an apple, neatly slicing it with his claws for consumption. For a moment the world of gossip and talk drew only his attention when the comments were blatant, yet he was shocked as loneliness descended upon him. Lackluster, his silver visage grew distant, as he coerced himself to think of anything else than the myriad of pendragons around him, quietly chewing on an apple piece.
Death. DEATH. Deeeath. Oh, and more death... Not really. Kuentin had always been one to exagerate. But that was what homework was to him. Death by boredom. Especially Aerobatics homework. What was the use of writing scroll after scroll when all he wanted to do was fly? Did the teachers not understand how frustrating it was to have to read so many pages, when all he really wanted to do was... Well, to do something other than that. Not that Kuentin was always that way. He didn't usually complain all that much. Well, he didn't think so anyway. It was just... Well, he guessed it was the fact that it was Dyo. Dyo! The sun was shiny, the sky was so blue, so... Tempting. But, no, he could not fly, run, jump, he couldn't do anything! Not before he finished reading this stupid paper... Now to find someone from my Aerobatics class..., he thought, as he walked. Hmmm... Isn't he in my class? No. Her? Neither. What about them... I'm sure they must be? No. Was there really no one? He was beginning to think so, until... Aha ! He's definitely in Aerobatics with me... he mused, nodding happily. Once he reached the lone 'dragon, he stopped, an embarrassed look on his face. What had he come to ask already? Oh, right. Homework... 'Erm... Hiya, he began hesitantly, ruffling his hair nervously with his snow white paw, I'm in your Aerobatics class, you know? Hmmm... Well no you probably don't as we've never really talked before. I'm Kuentin by the way. Did he just sound like a foolish nioti? Probably. Was he mad? Definitely.
