Winter
Limos were the only good way to travel. Busses - like he would be caught dead on that thing that schools called "helpful." Sweaty kids, loud swear words, awful music, and dragons in what was considered "love." If Winter's mom had taught him anything, it was to never, ever, ever, date a dragon from another tribe. Or, one from a lower circle. Winter was in the second circle, granted by his parents. He was the Queen's nephew, so his title was Prince Winter, but calling himself Winter (to himself, certainly not to other dragons,) was fine.
Icicle interrupted his thoughts. "Winter, why are we going to this school?" Winter sighed. He had been over this a thousand times.
"Because, the Queen said it would be good for us." He was careful to say "us," instead of the real answer, which would have been, "The Queen said it was good for me to find some sort of 'specialness' in my nothing self." Truthfully, she hadn't said that, but the message was clear enough. He brushed his light blue hair out of his eyes. His fingers ran through it smoothly, showing off the darker blue highlights that were surprising natural.
The limo slowed, and Icicle looked up from her sapphire-cased phone. Winter, who had been staring out the window, not looking at anything, registered where they were. The limo had pulled up on the curb of campus, and Winter could see several different characters. Some were texting, some chatting, some smoking, some reading, and some just sitting by their lonesome selves. Maybe it was bad, but Winter didn't care about any of it. He just needed to find his dorm, have it specially format to meet his expectations, and then kick out his roommate. Not so hard for the Prince of the Ices.
As soon as the door opened, people started staring. Winter stepped from the limo, ignoring the gazes of the other college students. A servant lifted Winter's bags from the trunk, and carefully walked inside. Another grabbed Icicle's stuff, and followed the first inside. They waited once passing the doors, unsure of where to go. Winter walked into the welcoming room, looking around. It was… college-y. A white sign, black letters. Old fashion. He saw a few other people hanging around, but they didn't seem to notice the royals.
Princess Icicle walked up to the desk and demanded for her room number. Glory, who was the apparent greeter for the time, folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. Then, after a few seconds of the stare-off, Glory grabbed a brochure and handed it to Icicle, pointing to a door that said: Elevator - Enter Here. Glory said a few words to Icicle, and sent her on her way, the servant with bags following closely. Winter got stuck with Sunny, an average height girl with long sandy hair and gold eyes. She was a bit tan, probably from working in the sun.
"Hi!" Said Sunny excitedly. Winter nodded stiffly, and decided to try and be sort-of cold-shoulder, which was the nicest thing he knew how to do as a Prince.
"May I have my pass to my room." He didn't ask, but was still sort-of being… what was that word? Less-than-demanding. That was it. Sunny was taken aback for about two seconds, but the brightened right back up.
"Sure!" As she sorted through the pile of pamphlets, she started talking. Ugh. "Winter, right?" The Prince stiffly corrected her.
"Prince Winter." Sunny nodded thoughtfully and finally got his separated. She pointed to a door that looked identical to the one Icicle had gone through, but it was in a different part of the room.
"Fifth floor, Jade Dorm. Have a wonderful start to college!" Winter took the paper, nodded again to Sunny, and flicked a wrist at his servent. The man quickly hurried to open the door for him, and Winter walked through. Instead of having his man take his stuff all the way to his dorm, he decided to do it himself. That was rare.
"Leave it in the elevator with me. Get back to the limo - the driver will drive you back. I have no need for you any longer." The servant was careful not to show any emotion, just blinked in understanding, set the stuff down in the spacey elevator, and left without a word. Winter hit the level five button, and leaned his head against the glass of the elevator. He started thinking about campus - the people, the places, the (he thought the word with disgust) roommates. He was so lost in thought, he didn't notice when his blue bangs fell in front of his face, or when another person joined him.
"Psst. Hey, you might want to wake up. Frick, are you in a comma…?" The voice startled Winter, and he jumped a bit. His eyes popped open, to reveal a horribly disgusting sight; a Sand boy. He had loose tan shorts, a baggy blue shirt, two bags, sandy blond hair, humorous blue eyes, and a scar on his left cheek. He was thin, and had a dark tan - probably from being out in the Sand sun. When Winter jumped, the boy smiled, which was a crooked mistake. Winter immediately wanted off. He looked at the floors. One more to go. The Sand boy laughed.
"Did I scare you?" He glanced down at the Prince's bags and laughed again, harder. "Oh my - Moons of Pyrrhia, are you Prince Winter?" The Sand absolutely cracked up. "Oh, so rich… Yet so scared!" Winter felt his face flush blue.
"You didn't scare me. Just… I was a bit startled. And yes, I'm Prince Winter." He scrunched up his nose. "I'm assuming you have a name, although I'm sure it carries zero amount of significance." The Sand grinned, unphased by the remark.
"Well, since the mighty Prince asked me," the Sand did a mock bow, "I shall reveal my name to all of my adoring fans." He grinned, and a lock of hair fell over his face. He blew it aside, and said proudly, "I'm Qibli, friend of Queen Thorn of the Sands, also friend of Sunny the Dragon of Destiny. Did I mention that I'm basically Thorn's adopted child? There you have it folks, I'm best friends with the Queen." His eyes went to Winter's face, which was stone cold.
"You know someone. Cool." The elevator beeped, and the doors slid open. "Since you know all about royalty, perhaps you know anyone who annoys the Ice Queen's nephew has to carry his luggage." The Sand - Qibli, was his name? - Grinned and walked out of the elevator.
"Have fun carrying your bags!" He called over his shoulder. Grunting, Winter picked up his bags, and almost toppled over. He gained his balance, and walked after the Sand. Winter looked down, focusing on his bags as to not drop them. When he saw a door, he looked up at the label. Jade Dorm. As he reached for the doorknob, another, tanned hand also reached.
"No. No, no, no." Winter looked up into the grinning face of the Sand.
"Yes!" Qibli reached to fist bump him. Winter made no move to accept, and had a look of utter disgust. Qibli's grin grew. "Roommates!" Groaning, Winter opened the door. He picked back up his bags, and headed inside sullenly.
"Why, why why…" he muttered. Qibli was still grinning like a maniac. When Winter walked inside, Qibli was right behind him. A Night girl was on the nearest couch, her face in a book. Qibli walked over to the other couch and plopped down. Winter glanced around at the room. There was a hallway, a main room, a mini-kitchen, and random scattred bean bags. He almost groaned in disgust. There were no crystal chandeliers, no persian rugs, no larger-than-king canopy beds, no murals of Ice scenery, and definitely no on hand servants to carry his stuff.
The Night girl glanced up at him, whipped her head around to look at Qibli, and then shoved her face back into her book with what looked like a blush. Rolling his eyes, Winter gathered up his bags and started towards the hallway. He hoped that these were all his roommates - if not, then an unthinkable thing would have to happen. He would have to share a bedroom. He shuddered slightly at the thought. As he walked by the couch where Qibli was flicking through tv channels like he had never touched a remote before, the Sand suddenly leaned over the sofa and grabbed Winter's arm.
Winter was, if there was any way to say this kindly, ticked. "Sand, let go of me, now." Qibli made no move though, except to nod at the Night girl. Qibli got off the sofa and dragged Winter with him to where she was sitting. Winter dropped his bags halfway there, deciding it would be better to pick them up later instead of keeping them and having them weigh him down. As the thought crossed his mind, he realized how heavy those bags were, and regretted dismissing his servent.
They reached the couch, and Qibli let go of Winter's arm. Winter glared at him, but the dragon just grinned and looked down at the curious Night, who had been watching them approach.
"Hi," Qibli said, still grinning. The Night girl said in a soft voice, "Hey."
Qibli didn't even look awkward. Winter, on the other hand, was sure that butterflies literally existed in his stomach. When he really looked at her, she was actually sort of pretty. Straight black hair and brown eyes with silver flecks. It was almost cute how she clutched the book in her arms, as if it could save her from being embarrassed.
"My name's Qibli, and this," the Sand gestured to Winter, "Is Prince Winter of the Ice Kingdom. Although, don't be scared, he's about as harmful as a newborn kitten." Winter bristled.
"Say that when my fist is in your face," He said through clenched teeth. The Night watched, slightly amused.
"I-I'm Moonwatcher - Moon, actually." She stumbled a bit on her words, but Winter could tell from her bookmark that it wasn't that she was stupid. Probably nerves.
Moonwatcher didn't offer her hand, and neither did Qibli. Winter made no move to: she didn't seem like the type. They all stayed there, an awkwardness suddenly filling the air. Breaking the moment, Winter went back over to his bags and hauled them into the hallway. He read all of the labels beside the doors, and his dread grew with each one he passed. He stopped at the one marked Boy's Room. He opened the door, and heaved a lingering sigh of annoyance and dread.
Great, he thought. I have to share a room with him. Winter choose the bed farthest from the door in the right corner. He set his stuff down, and arranged it carefully. He would have to have a word with the Dragons of Destiny - He could absolutely not share a room with that Sand. He wasn't even sure he could bare to be in the same school with him. As he walked back outside the room, he heard a door open, and an exuberant "Hi!" echoed through the whole dorm. Winter turned the corner, and saw a Rain with brightly colored hair and dress. Great, Winter thought bitterly. Another idiot.