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"Othra isn't that bad, though sometimes he does have a temper." Lithium laughed, and gave the boy some help onto Othra. The dragon grunted as the boy reached his back, and then she slipped on behind the boy. "Make sure you put your legs in the straps, they will help you keep balance." She instructed, then watched Morgan onto her dragon.
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"The only reason I'm looking for her is because she's my aunt, and supposedly a great rider." Opal shrugged, watching Sonja find the right sword. "Supposedly she was friends with Lithium, and helped create this very school. Then she went missing trying to find some new elven riders about half a century ago, or trying to find the elves. I forget which." Then he smiled as she found the right sword. "It seems you've found your sword. Take it."

((Sorry guys, I has the writer's block.))

[Kites]

Morgan looked over at Ziva, who was oggling the size of Othra.
Ziva, are you paying attention to any of this?Morgan asked the dragon, unable to keep the frustration from her voice. Ziva looked around at Morgan, and smiled toothily. She pressed her head into Morgans chest. Not really!/i] admitted Ziva with a small giggle. [i]You know what I'm like. When I'm nervous-.
Ziva this isn't the time, I need to ride you. Morgan sighed and moved around Ziva, who hesitated before offering her leg as a help to get Morgan seated. The saddle was a black leather, made for her by the people of Ceunon. The straps were easily adjustable to adapt to Ziva's change in size, lightweight, and tough. Morgan adjusted her seating, one hand on the ridge at the front of the saddle. It fit her hand perfectly, allowing her to grip on incase it was needed. Slipping her feet into the saddle's footholes (I'm lost with horse stuff X.X), and she was ready to go.
Whats wrong Morgan? asked Ziva softly, her pale eyes on the ground, somewhat ashamed.
Nothing replied Morgan shortly. Now lets just get into the air and ace this. She looked back at Lithium, and gave a curt nod. She was ready.

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Sonja slid the sword into the black leather sheath that was resting nearby, then looked at Opal and said, "I don't know how to use it. I've never wielded anything deadlier than a hoe in all my life."

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Opal smiled, then opened the door into the rest of the weaponry. "Then I suggest you learn fast, and handle one of these." He said, laughing, as he pushed a shield towards Sonja. "It will save your life many times over in battle, so you need to learn." Then he bowed and signalled for ladies first.

((Writer's Block for both, and waiting for mirth to post for Lithium.))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Hmm," said Sonja, taking a slim shield that was about a third her own height. "Alright. I suppose that learning fast and adapting faster is the best any of us can hope for in times like these, eh?"

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The woman fairly had to lift him onto her enormous dragon in order to get him where he needed to be. Deron flushed, embarrassed by his small stature, and clumsily adjusted himself in the saddle, trying to strap his legs in properly. Adraes regarded his Rider with a sataisfied gleam in his eyes and flared his wings in preparation for flight.

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"Ok, let's go." Lithium began to say before Othra took off, his huge wings taking him high into the sky. The sudden flight made Lithium grab onto Deron so that she didn't fling off. She groaned, and said mentally to Othra, You know I hate it when you do that. His chuckle could be heard in the air, and Lithium let go of Deron. "Sorry about that, he's showing off again." Lithium said with a smile to Deron, then raised her voice so that Morgan could hear her as well. "I'll show you where your dragons will be staying, then we can leave them to get comfortable and we will walk back to join Master Tamesis in the battle arena. If you don't have a sword then I suggest you go to the Weaponry and get one."
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"You may have trouble lifting that one, but it's your choice." Opal said to Sonja, but shrugged again and led the way out.

((Writer's Block for Opal, sorry!))

[Kites]

FLY! cried Morgan. Ziva opened up her wide wings, and with one powerful flap, was lifted into the air. She rose to Othra's level easily, but she could feel the strain on her wings slightly. She could only manage an hour of flight maximum. "I have a sword" called Morgan, her own eyes flickering to the silver hilt that was visible on her hip. Set in the metal was an iridescent gem, matching Ziva's scales perfectly. Ziva, her jaw tensed with effort, was concentrating on flying perfectly for Morgan. She was still young, her growth had been slower than most dragons. Indeed, at 7 years most dragons are at their full size. However Ziva's parents had been slow growers also. Her mother, a pure white dragon, had still been growing at 15 years of age. Her father on the other hand was fully grown at 10. Although Ziva was experiencing a growth spurt, her early years had been spent on the ground, not allowing her flight muscles to train as most other dragons had. Indeed, most dragons hatched for younger elves or humans, not near adults. It was tough, but Ziva pushed her way through.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Sonja hefted the shield and checked its counterbalance, as if it were a new farming tool she was inspecting. "I think it'll be fine," she said, then picked up her wonderful new sword and followed Opal out of the armory. She was starting to see him as a friend, which was nice, since she had left everyone she had trusted back home in the village.

[Kites]

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