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Alena's steps were light as she made her way to the scheduled meeting place, it was a little passed the time to meet but she'd never admit she was a bit reluctant to go. She didn't really know how to feel, it was a great honor sure but she never thought they would be more then common foot soldiers for the Imperial Army. It was not that she doubted their abilities, she knew they were a force to be reckoned with, but realistically advancing in the Imperial Army was no easy task.

Vincent with his natural charm & spunky dragon would have eventually climbed up the ranks & with enough hard work she & Anael would have led their own battalion at some point, but part of the new Dragotrian Team? That was a different level altogether. As if summoned by her thoughts Anael butted his large head against her shoulder, drawing her out of her musings. She smiled laying her hand against his snout, his golden scales gleaming. ''What do you think of all this friend?'' She couldn't feel the rough texture of his scales through her gloves but she could feel the soothing rumble he emitted. He nudged he forward again blowing a hot huff of air in her face telling her to hurry. ''I'm going, I'm going.'' she chuckled smoothing her hair back into place. The clearing wasn't far now, a glance over her shoulder confirmed that Vincent was only a couple steps behind her seemingly lost in thought.
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[size=10] They were a bit late Vincent decided glancing at the angle of the sun, but at least they wouldn't be the first on the field. As much as he hated to admit it he was still reeling from the news. He could hardly believe it when he had received the letter & he could hardly believe it now that they were on their way to the meeting place. A part of the new Dragotrian team, sure he had dreamed of being on one but what elf didn't? When he'd bonded with Memphis the dream had seemed a bit more achievable but still a long ways away. He knew he & Memphis were good, great even, his sister had grumbled about how he didn't need another ego boost but he knew she was pleased.

He was also glad that they would be able to stick together, it wasn't that Vincent thought she couldn't handle herself, the gods knew she'd beaten him plenty of times. But his sister was such a sweet & clueless individual, that it would be like leaving a pup in a nest of vipers. Except the pup was a trained warrior & could probably kill the vipers...well he never said his analogies were good ones. ''I should work on that'' he said more to himself then anything. Memphis snorted in agreement against his back nosing at Vincent's ash white locks. ''I did not ask for your opinion!'' Vincent laughed shoving at the blue head obscuring his peripheral vision. Memphis rumbled a laugh bouncing away from Vincent's hands claws clicking merrily against the ground. Vincent jogged ahead dropping an arm around his twin's shoulder, blessed with being the taller of the two, ignoring her startled huff. ''Are you ready? Let us hurry before we are later than we already are,'' he said with a grin. In a couple more steps they broke around the corner & into the field. A man & two females and a water dragon, a flying dragon, & a land dragon inhabited the field. ''This should be fun.'' he said quietly.
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Alena slipped out from under Vincent's arm & began making her way closer to the group. She was more or less excited for this, she spotted a female sitting off by herself with a lovely water dragon from what Alena could see & decided it would be good start if she started making friends. An introduction was in order, with that in mind Alena made her way over. Anael followed cautiously behind her keeping an eye out, he'd never seen so many dragons in one place before. It was both & unnerving, he didn't know if they would pose a threat or not. careful Anael pressed quietly into Alena's mind steps soft for such a large dragon. Alena smiled softly giving Anael a nod. ''Hello,'' Alena greeted as soon as she was close enough, ''I'm Alena & this is Anael.'' She said smiling. Anael huffed a greeting of his own head titled curiously studying the female & her dragon.
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Vincent hummed under his breath watching his sister walk off toward the woman with the water dragon. Memphis nudged him blowing hot breath against his face making a questioning chirrup sound. ''She'll be fine, now lets go meet some people Memphis,'' Vincent grinned rubbing a hand against Memphis's smooth scales. Memphis snapped at Vincent's hand teasingly before following him as he strode toward where the most people where gathered, & a white dragon! Memphis hadn't ever seen one before & Vincent never thought he'd seen one up close like this. They all already seemed to be in conversation but introducing himself was never a bad start. ''Good afternoon, I'm Vincent & that is Memphis.'' Vincent said with a bright grin as Memphis peered at the others with sharp grey eyes.
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Morgan's usually sturdy hands quivered as she flipped the parchment open in apprehension. This sure seemed like the kind of parchment that came from a particular set of officials that recruited for the Dragotrian Warriors, and her past observations proved it so as she read the print, confirming her hypothesis. Her own body in tow with her min were riveted by the news, by the inked words her eyes glazed over, she was one of them now. While she would have been slightly upset over not achieving the role of the head, she'd have to admit their had been some competition, no to mention her dragon was not fantastic with teamwork. Nor was she. And yet, here by regal letter, she was still holding the honor of being a Dragotrian warrior. Even she, composed and mature, could not stifle the squeal she had rising up from her throat. The soft gale disturbed by the shrill sound. Morgan's arms raised high in the air, though tight grip ensured the piece of paper was not escaping any time soon with the wind.

Noctyr who'd been resting among the large backyard where the two had been open his glowing purple eyes in immediate disdain of the noise. He did not care to understand or tolerate her excitement of this piece of paper, in fact he graciously moved his colossal head to the squarish shaped. A pause as he looked down at his rider, who'd also paused looking back up at him, catching her eyes, he blew a plume of smoke with just the right amount of fire to incinerate the paper. It's ashes trailing up to the open sky with the breeze. He huffed once more as if such action was called for. "Noctyr! You fool- that was the letter saying we're with the army now, we are part of the Dragotrian Warriors! But now if they inquire us to give them proof you will have damn well ruined it for us!" The female growled, thought it near to the ferocity of a roar. Her brown hair, partly tied in braid and the rest free flowing, danced almost malignantly in the growing speeds of the zephyrs that hummed around them. Her yellow irises were pools of sun simmering venom, enriched by her anger, blazing at the much more massive and ominous form of her black and purple flying dragon. The body of smoke accented scales and sleeted wings rippled with movement. Noctyr did not care too much about this superficial army, but he did appreciate the fact she was aiming for something bigger than herself. A challenge he knew it would be fore her, and though he didn't know it, a challenge for him as well. Still, if they dared to be troublesome over not having a piece of damn paper, he'd set the imbeciles aflame.

He did not need to utter a syllable to the well developed rider of his, she could read him as he could read her. Still, even the brute felt the need to make it clear to Morgan, and so he grunted in a deep, wispy breath as she climbed upon him, "You can be amazed by this opportunity all you'd like, but don't think for a second I will be playing friends with the others that were dragged into this." As the female settled herself with ease onto her predominantly black dragon he hoisted up to the crawling clouds without warning, to which she didn't need to prepare, this was typical behavior for her beast. She responded in with her own wit, "Oh wow, you? Playing nice? I suppose pigs would start flying when that finally happens wouldn't they? Now hurry up, I think you already made us late!"
"Me? Don't put the blame on me when you were spinning around screaming for 2 annoying minutes."

Morgan and Noctyr landed with a audible thud, dust kicked up and creating visible clouds of dust around the dragons large feet. His headdress and wings continuing, as always, to smoke like he had apparitions trapped and entwined with hid body. The purple veiny orbs continued to emit their vicious light despite the bright of day. His head was held high and chest made clearly visible as he sized up all the dragons and their riders with one slow sway of his head and piercing, soulless eyes. Morgana slid off with mild haste, not wishing to appear like an eager ruffian, but still wanting to move with a hurry. She too quickly glanced around at the others who must have been sent the same piece of parchment, but she didn't allow her gaze to linger for too long. She was curious as too who was teh leader of this team, and she had ideas that it was maybe a particular girl she'd noted or one of the elves royally dressed. you know, royal family ties and all. The female had missed the sharing of names, but not knowing that yet nor immediately in worry of it she offered her own,"This is the Dragotrian warriors, yes? I'm Morgan Blackshire, and this" she pointed to her purple and black friend of a difficult dragon, "is Noctyr." The dragon huffed in a snarky manner, as if he was looking at nothing more than a band of peasants, and he a king.

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oh nuggets I'm so late!

There hadn't been too much reaction to receiving the piece of stained parchment, he knew what he'd been training for, he knew his family held a sliver of influence and that for the majority of his past performances, he was a candidate of the Dragotrian Warriors. And while that may be, it'd be a lie to say he did not hold the inward buzzing and heart drumming excitement and anxiety one typically held when being delivered such news. Make no mistake he was enthralled and skeptical, steering his actions and thoughts with optimism and hope as he and his graceful dragoness made their way to the specified grounds of their first meet. He hadn't yelled or leaped for joy with such news, but he was silently ecstatic at this new opportunity, his outward visage just seemed to harbor an unmoved countenance, as did Nimra. Nimra on the other hand, truly wasn't so happy about the proposal, but cheerful for her kind hearted rider whom she had developed an interesting bond to. Whether the boy knew it or not, the dragon had almost adopted him as her son, fiercely defensive and protective of the elf.

The dragon while of the common shades of brown and tan still emanated a one of a kind beauty to Sehihal, to which of course the dragon swooned over when hearing it from him. She was a smart gal, but compliments and flattery were still somewhat effective, though genuinely meant by her rider. Sometimes Sehihal felt she scintillated gold hen hit correctly by the sunlight, her long, serpent like body skimming swiftly among the surface of the water. For fun she made random turns, veering left and right, behind her large waves were born and lapped against and stray boats. Sehihal contemplated whether he should leave his dark hood on or take it off to seem more approachable, though he was sure once they heard him speak they'd understand he was not the brooding, dark elf he may seem to be. Nimra's words seemed to reach him through his thoughts rather than by his ears. I'd go ahead and take it off darling, even with that baby voice of yours, wouldn't want to give the wrong impression.

As she entered the narrowing inlet that ultimately stopped or passed by the meeting grounds as spoken so by the parchment, she decreased her speed and gently halted next to the earth, Sehihal deftly leaping from his mount and landing on his feet. As he walked closer to the gathering group of what he could only predict to be other newly made warriors like himself he hesitantly pulled back his hood revealing night black hair and deep blue ovals for the color of his eyes. Though they made one feel as you could dive into their entrancing abyss, they were soft and friendly. He made an awkward wave of his hand before voicing his name with a half timid and half excited tone. "Uh, Hi guys," first encounters and introductions were always a bit of a struggle for him to keep his confidence flowing, but he'd quickly regain it until the onslaught of paranoia stopped by to intercede, he cleared his throat sounding less frightened and shy, "I'm Sehihal, Sehihal Espera, it's nice to meet you all-"

He was soon cut off from anymore idle chatter as his sea beast emerged from the water depths, her long neck and ascension may have appeared rather regal and polite, but her eyes were obviously skeptical, though no with condescending. She huffed at those who were puffing out their chests, such instinctual behavior for the land and flying types, as a water dragon it was really worth trying to puff your chest when 90 percent of the time you were in the water. Magic and intellect held more prestige than anything else among her species. She already had an instant dislike for some of the dragons, particularly the rarer ones because it usually meant they were stronger, thus her dislike out of wariness, but she would not be phased. Before remarking with sass, she held her tongue and reevaluated herself, for Sehihal's sake. In a more cultured, wise and soothing tongue, she introduced uttered a soft growl to the crew, to which Sehihal added, " And this is Nimra."

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I'm going to assume there's a large pool or body of water nearby the training area where they are meeting.

oh good gracious! can no one hear, i just introduced myself! Were the initial, brash thoughts of Morgan. Her arms crossed with a harsh countenance, this man barking the order had to be their leader. Sizing the man up, she wasn't quite sure if he was the leader type, but what did she know? She was about to briskly make her way forward, but after a few steps she turned back to Noctyr on her heel. She gave him a knowing look, a stern and formidable glare of warning. Noctyr snorted his distaste; a conversation held without words or even the reading of thoughts. Translation: Noctyr, don't mess with their dragons. Fine. The relationship between the two often held these expression and gesture filled conversations. It usually left bystanders confused and curious. Morgan finished the memento with a curt nod and started off to the growing cluster of individuals mumbling about, probably sharing their names once more.

Morgan chose instead of one of many people among the small crowd, the girl standing off to the side with her dragon. Her gears were turning, perhaps she was the leader or perhaps she disapproved of the one who seemed to be calling the shots. Either way she preferred to opt for the loner than the crowd,never one to play nice with others or even a team for that matter. She was necessarily a kind greeter, her voice came of harsh, but it was also clear to the open minded that she meant no disrespect, "Hey." She initiated, she jutted her hand out unable to stifle a cocky smirk, "I'm Morgan Blackshire."

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Sorry about the wait

#MorganCringe