<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Me too x_X ... Sorry Stormwing!</td></tr></table> She sighed, her arms folding back to her chest. That was the usual reaction of dragons, never understanding. She was intent on leaving these dragons behind, moving on to class. "It's a curse, and the flames are only dangerous if I make them as so" she said. It was a rather hard thing to explain, being able to surge flames across entire bodies. It was indeed strange. No wonder she was always alone when her few friends went off on thier 'missions'. It was weird. She smiled at them catiously, hurt by the sentance of the other dragon. It would be in her head all morning, all night. She had never hurt anyone, except for one time. It brought on feelings of remorse, of hatred.
<blockquote>I've also sort of lost inspiration for this thread... HEH. Shall we wrap it up, then, since most of our characters have a class to get to? <hr> Even as the seconds ticked past, Stormwing felt more and more restless in this situation. Ever since she'd left Krokino, she'd embraced a more peaceful, as well as a more laidback, lifestyle. She'd been practicing this Zen method this morning, when she'd been enjoying the news alongside her breakfast, but this makeshift rendezvous with these two strangers had imbalanced all that. And she wanted to fix that imbalance — say good-bye, maybe offer a wave, then scamper off to class, where she could attempt to regain evenness of mind. "That's good to hear, Tsuj, and I'm sure you'd never intend to hurt anyone with them. You have to admit, though, dangerous or not, watching someone burst into flame is a weird experience." Even her gun was nothing against fire, Stormwing realized, and she became ever more antsy to leave this situation behind. "Ah... anyway, it's been nice meeting you both, Turmoil, Tsuj. But I have to be getting to class." Even as she said this, she heard a chime ring across the Courtyard grounds, just a short peal. It was 8:15. Stormwing's Advanced Ramathian class would be starting in just fifteen minutes — she really did have to get out of here. "Maybe I'll see you around," Winger said, as she turned from her two new acquaintances. She felt a little rude as she walked away, across the sun-Splashed courtyard, towards the Academy building. But she also felt that she'd just escaped a rather tense meeting. "Talk about being saved by the bell," the thill murmured to herself, as she reached the doors and let herself into the building.
