<< 15 Tria, 81378 >> << Character: Carra Iskit >> Manne. The name was a whisper upon the lazy summer breezes, and she was only beginning to understand how much the world, just as she, missed him. A mere quarter her senior, most of her childhood memories revolved around that single 'dragon. He had taught her everything about anything. Though he had so many opportunities she did not - the mind of a genius, an early apprenticeship, the gift of flight - she could not recall a day when she had felt jealous of him. His every triumph was also hers, and his sorrows never seemed so great when she shared them with him. But who would share this one with her? He was already a Journeyman of Zoology, and his great love was only study. He had spent years in search of the Spyrax, seeking the proof of its existence. It was his passion, truly, though he was forced to abandon it two quarters ago. He had since been sent off to study the Totobenki, so that the world could come to a better understanding of the volatile creatures, but it was that which was his down fall. The Master 'dragon who had been leading the team could describe it as only one thing - Manne being in the wrong place at the wrong time. There was nothing they could do for him, nothing he could do for himself. It was that thought which bothered Carra most. Manne, helpless? He had been her rock, her support through most of her life. If the one who was your anchor could not protect themself, how could you ever hope to stand alone in a world like this? She sighed softly and slumped against a bench, eyes drifting around the area. She didn't know what she was doing, where she wanted to go. She just knew that she had to do something. Wasn't it what Manne wanted?
((OOC: Mind if I join?)) Koyota had been out of school for so long, everything had changed. The young pendragon lifted her head slightly and looked around with her red sorrowful eyes. She could even feel the difference of the grass and the trees, the greenery she had once seen there was different. The blades of grass felt different on her feet when she walked. The trees did not cast their same shadows; they had grown or been cut down. She could recognize none of the pendragons anymore. Then again, she had no one to recognize. She had not made many friends during her time at the school, and the ones she might have made, she did not remember. She let out a sigh and looked back down at her drawing. She was sitting, cradled in the branches of a large tree, looking through the canopy of leaves at the courtyard below. Her drawing was soft and sad, a picture of the courtyard she remembered from long ago. A slight breeze blew past, waving her dark green, brown fur. A long bang slipped from behind her ear and covered her eye. She lifted a paw to place it back where it had been. All she remembered of this school was the meeting with that pendragon who claimed to be her sister. Koyota knew she had been wrong, neither that heartless being nor that large brute could have been her relative. The rest was hazy after that; all she knew was that she had escaped them. Now she was back to this place that housed her only memories. She let out another sigh and her bang slipped once again over her eye. As she lifted her paw to put it back behind her ear, her pencil fell out of her hand. She groped for it as it fell but it slipped through her fingers. She followed the pencil with her eyes as it fell toward a pendragon sitting on a bench below.
It was a fluid movement that landed the pencil between the thumb and forefinger of the young 'dragon. Regardless of her preoccupation with events of late, her reactions were not impaired. She blinked her eyes once, silver bangles jangling as they slid down her foreleg as she extended the pencil to the stranger. She looked up, meeting the other's gaze with nothing. There was no defiance, no interest, no annoyance. Carra was beyond those things, far past feeling sad, or angry. She just... existed. She attempted to offer up a slight smile, but it came out only as a crooked smirk. "I believe this is yours."
Koyota looked down at the other pendragon a little astonishment in her eyes. She could tell just from the look upon the other's face that her own troubles where nothing compared. She felt a pang of worthlessness; her own saddness did not matter. The feeling quickly faded away leaving her again with pitied astonishment. She closed her notebook and jumped down from the tree next to the other pendragon. She looked at the ground a little embarased, her long bang slipping from behind her ear. She did not bother to place it back. She reached for the pencil she had dropped. "Sorry, it was clumsy of me." She grabbed the pencil placing it inside the spiral of her notebook. She looked up at the other pendragon. "Um..thanks." She started to walk away, but something made her turn back. She felt like she had all her life, she was running away. This time of all times she should stay. Another pendragon was sorrowful, and she was going to just walk away. She turned back around and looked at the pendragon. "What is your name?"
