"Princess Bluemoon. I do hope it is not beneath your dignity to sit and listen?" he asks.
"N-no."
"But you let yourself, er, drift off?"
"Yes?"
"Why? was it because my lesson was so horribly boring?"
"Ummm. . ." I actually thought that it was, judging by the small parts of it I had listened to. "No?"
He glared at me, and told me that I was to memorise the three prophecies that had affected our world. By tomorrow. But. . .I guess I deserved it. Well actually I didn't, but I could clearly see how he could think that I was purposefully ignoring him.
Princesses. Always thinking they can get away with everything That little goody-goody dragonet! Taken from her annoying grandmother, she has.
I'd always pictured Webs as an old dragon, who was rather naive and vague. Even Glory's stories couldn't have prepared me for this. I suppose that if you're stuck in a cave teaching 'annoying' dragonets all day for years, you get rather grouchy.
He glared at me, and I wished I could be sucked down into the cave floor. Webs strode away, stepped behind his desk, and cleared his throat, ready to resume his brain-numbing lecture.
It seemed to be thirty centuries, not thirty minutes, before we were ushered out of the cave, and led down a twisting maze of endless stone corridors, until we reached a bright, colorful cave. There were paints and brushes and ink and charcoal lumps, stacked up on a nearby and several clay jars were standing around the room, each exploding with a garden of vibrant flowers. Several looms stood in the corner, and a dozen canvases were set up near the large window, that nearly took up the whole wall.
And in the middle of this neat chaos, stood a young, beaming dragon, who was just as flamboyant as the room around her. She was a vivid pink and had fluorescent yellow highlights. A RainWing.
"Hi! I'm your art teacher. We're still waiting for the Jade winglet. When I was a student here, art wasn't my favorite, but now I love it because you can use so many colors and be super creative! I already knew most of the teachers here when I applied for the job! Just happens their old art teacher, Gecko had just quit! He was very nice, a SandWing, you know, and he was old. But he loved making art because the desert was so yellow. Gecko is really nice! Oh, sorry, am I talking too much? I have a habit of doing that. Wow, I haven't even introduced myself! I'm Kinkajou. Oh look! Here's the Jade winglet. Now we can get started!" rambled Kinkajou.
A whole lot of new dragonets! Yaaaaaaaayyy! I can't wait to teach them all! Uh oh. Princess Bluemoon. Isn't she the daughter of Dar- Peacemaker? Even if she can't read minds, still better to be careful, since HE was under the mountain when the school started reading everyone's minds. I'd better watch her closely. . .
I hardly took in any of that though, 'cause Icaricia was coming into the room. "Are you okay?" whispered Harp.
"Yeah Bluemoon. You've gone all. . .blank and weird. OMG. You're staring at that dragonet in the front. Do you like them?!" Heliamphora exclaimed.
"N-No!" I stuttered, my few scales blushing red.
"Ooooookay. Sure," smirked Heliamphora sharing a look with Harp.
Bluemoon. Is. So in love with her. I wonder if she's gay. I mean, she must be right? thought Heliamphora.
I think Icaricia and Bluemoon would be an okay match. They are both so kind and sweet, and Icaricia is so down to earth, but Bluemoon is kinda floating away a lot. Maybe they could help each other, Harp wondered.
I sidled away from them, and edged over to the furthest corner from everybody, and waited while Kinkajou told everybody that we would be able to 'do whatever we wanted with the art supplies today. As soon as I could, I went over to the looms, and chose one that was half hidden in shadow. I don't think anyone noticed me. And then a small group from the Jade winglet came over to weave too. Including my maybe crush. And despite my wills to stay hidden, she spots me. Uh oh.
