Tree_lord
Definitely not cute.
Asaya sat outside the cafeteria for a long time, awaiting Lance's arrival. he used this time to think about masks, and how to make new and better ones. Maybe someone else in the school would like a mask? Surely more people had to enjoy them than just him and Xenara. He stared at the fish scale he had found, wondering what exactly he could do with it. Maybe put it to one side on a mask? He fiddled with it in his hands, taking his time on thinking about what to do with it.
Xenara, on the other hand, was thinking about how she would convince Lance that the masks are something good. She knew she couldn't just get rid of him; not with how easily he had destroyed the masks before. Maybe she could, instead, find a way to measure his strength? see why he could break them? The thought didnt last long; she didn't feel like losing another mask at the moment. She let out an annoyed sigh. Why had they sent him to a school anyway? Its not like he needed to learn anything; he knew plenty already. It was all so frustrating to her. Why couldn't they just break in and kill everyone, anyway? They had plenty of people to be able to do it.
As Lance left the cafeteria, Asaya lept at the cant to be with his friend again. He climbed up onto Lance from behind, wanting a more comfortable place to hide away from everyone. This didn't make much sense, though; this action would attract much more attention than he had had before, but he didn't seem to even notice. He was more focused on trying to figure out a way to get his friend to accept wearing one of his masks. Maybe if he built something that was rather different to Lance's appearance? The dragon didn't seem to like the idea of having more scales.
"There you are, dung-breath." Said Xenara, stating the first insult that came to mind. It didn't really make much sense either; Lance had impeccable hygiene.
Diver, upon realizing it was nearly time for class, stopped watching and listening to people and made its way out of the cafeteria. While it was all good and fun to listen, it was terrible to get into the habit of not being early to places. It made Its way to his next class at a decent pace, being sure that he arrived at least ten minutes early, sat in the back, and awaited for it to start. it wondered if anybody would ever be able to accept it as it was; even now, he was soaked to the bone and dripping water all over the floor. It was how it preferred to be, but this seemed to make people avoid them even before knowing what exactly what they were. Ah well, it was best not to make many friends anyway. Anyone here could be enemies to it's nation; there could be any number of assassins looking out for them here. The world was surely a dangerous place.
SmallSailboat , @ anyone who wants to interact with fish boi
Xenara, on the other hand, was thinking about how she would convince Lance that the masks are something good. She knew she couldn't just get rid of him; not with how easily he had destroyed the masks before. Maybe she could, instead, find a way to measure his strength? see why he could break them? The thought didnt last long; she didn't feel like losing another mask at the moment. She let out an annoyed sigh. Why had they sent him to a school anyway? Its not like he needed to learn anything; he knew plenty already. It was all so frustrating to her. Why couldn't they just break in and kill everyone, anyway? They had plenty of people to be able to do it.
As Lance left the cafeteria, Asaya lept at the cant to be with his friend again. He climbed up onto Lance from behind, wanting a more comfortable place to hide away from everyone. This didn't make much sense, though; this action would attract much more attention than he had had before, but he didn't seem to even notice. He was more focused on trying to figure out a way to get his friend to accept wearing one of his masks. Maybe if he built something that was rather different to Lance's appearance? The dragon didn't seem to like the idea of having more scales.
"There you are, dung-breath." Said Xenara, stating the first insult that came to mind. It didn't really make much sense either; Lance had impeccable hygiene.
Diver, upon realizing it was nearly time for class, stopped watching and listening to people and made its way out of the cafeteria. While it was all good and fun to listen, it was terrible to get into the habit of not being early to places. It made Its way to his next class at a decent pace, being sure that he arrived at least ten minutes early, sat in the back, and awaited for it to start. it wondered if anybody would ever be able to accept it as it was; even now, he was soaked to the bone and dripping water all over the floor. It was how it preferred to be, but this seemed to make people avoid them even before knowing what exactly what they were. Ah well, it was best not to make many friends anyway. Anyone here could be enemies to it's nation; there could be any number of assassins looking out for them here. The world was surely a dangerous place.
SmallSailboat , @ anyone who wants to interact with fish boi