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| French was the only one of her clan who wasn't interested in the Gryphons. She was more interested in the dragons. She had refused to go to the Aerie when most had left Talaneen Forest. She wanted to stay and wait for some Dragon searchers. |
| Of course, none every came so French decided to make the trek from Talaneen Forest up to Wild River Caer. Using her fire magic - yes, fire magic - she was able to cut through the snow that covered Wild River's grounds. When Freith saw a lowly human melting the snow simply by touching it when she was unable to do the same, her temper flared. She scooped up the stanger, dropping her in the inner court of the Caer. |
| "What are you doing near the Caer, demon child?!" Freith exclaimed as she watched the girl's eyes grow wide. "Demon child!" French exclaimed. "I'm no such thing!" "You cut through the snow like a Fire Gryphon, yet you are merely a human!" Freith exclaimed. "I'm one of the Mystic Rose Clan!" French exclaimed. "All of us have powers as such taught to us by our loyal pride of Wild Gryphons!" "Then why are you not at an Aerie, demon child?" Freith asked, insistant that that was not normal human behavior. "I do not wish to stay at Beckenrow with the rest of my Clan!" French exclaimed. "I wish to fight Rampaging Plants rather than those Ants." Freith snorted at French, "Well, I might as well take you to see Tera. Maybe she has someplace she can send you where you will be out of her, lowly human freak." "It's magic, and it's not weird!" French protested as she stamped after Freith. *** "Magic!" Tera exclaimed. "You can use magic?!" "Yes," French sighed. "All of my Clan can." "Well, I guess I have some place I can send you," Tera sighed. "How about the Vella Crean? Magic isn't so unusual around there." French glared at the Caerlady. She was beginning to second guess this whole bonding thing. If her dragon was anything like Freith, she'd go crazy. "No dragon is the same," Freith growled, "and I don't appreciate being put down." French blushed a bright shade of red as she took the directions for the Transport, "I'm sorry, Freith. It's just your attitude..." "Don't say anything else," Tera laughed. "Freith can be a bit moody, but so can I. We match perfectly as will your dragon to you." French smiled and nodded as she turned and started towards the landing meadows. *** "Another to the Nexus," V'lok sighed. "If Xeirth keeps this up, he's going to take his last jump far to early." French exclaimed, "That would be horrible!" "I'm only kidding you," V'lok laughed. "Xeirth has a few more good years in him before he has to retire as Caer Transport." French smiled as V'lok helped her up onto the black's back. V'lok followed her and before she knew it, they were in the air and on their way to this placed called Vella Crean. *** French sat on her bed at the Vella Crean. The other bonders weren't someone she'd expect to meet in a Bonder's Barracks, but they were all very nice. And for the most part, they didn't think her powers were usual at all. She glared at the clock sitting by her bed. She had bonder lessons in a few minutes, and she didn't feel like going. Slowly, she laid back on her bed, flopping her arms off the side, and fell asleep. She shot up out of her bed. It was really hot. What had happened while she was asleep? She glanced to her left and noticed that sheets on the bed next to her where on fire. Growling, she leaped off her bed, wishing that her brother Gaellic was here to put the fire out, and tried to smother the flames with her sheets. She was finally able to put out the fire just as the Fledgling Trainer strolled into the barracks. "Well, this was where you were," He said, huffing. "Setting things on fire, huh?" "Not on purpose, sir!" French exclaimed, fearing she would be thrown out. "Calm down, child," The Fledgling Trainer sighed. "I'm not going to tell anyone. Here, let me help you clean this up." French smiled at the older man. She was beginning to feel better about this whole thing. Now, if only she could help from setting things on fire while she slept. *** |
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| French rocked with the eggs as the first egg hatched. It was one of the smallest, revealing a small blue. He was the size of a average blue, and a pale sky blue color. As the blue shook the wetness off of its wings, he looked around for a moment. Getting up, he stumbled towards the three male candidates, then pause. Heading towards the females, he let out a sudden yelp before falling face forward into French's legs. How did my tail get there before me? French gasped, and frowned, and then looked around. Yes, I'm talking to you French. My name is Marjeth and I am female. What do you expect? I'm my mothers child. The female blue said with a slighty cheeky voice. Don't worry, I'm far more better then any gryphon. And I'll prove it! French grinned down at the tiny hatching, and chuckled, before leaving the sands. |