Leon struggles to make a sound against the wind as it glides against his face. The soft currents blowing through his hair, sending his curls in a frenzy, and making him quint his eyes and blink rapidly as he leans his upper body off the edge of the ship. He flinches and turns as he hears the snap of a crew member telling him to stop being an idiot and put all body parts in the ship. Leon climbs down slowly, looking back and waving at the crew member as if apologizing for his stupidity. He hears the chatty whispers and excited gasps of the other teenagers and middle aged adults as they approach the hazy figure off in the distance. Jagged edges line against the sky like spikes on a dragons back-or so he's told- and the crashing of waves and the smell of salt send his heart into a frenzy as anxiety builds up in his chest. He takes a deep breathe, counting from one to ten, and exhales, feeling the air leave him in a soft whoosh. He doesn't hear his own voice or even his thoughts over the barking of the sailors. He thinks if tries hard enough he can smell the fruity tang of the island and the faint wisp of the smoke. Or at least that's what he thinks. He glances around at the horde of teens glancing about one another as they mingle. The person on his left is bouncing on his toes, his shock of blonde hair falling and rising in the wind. Another girl seems disinterested, though Leon can see the faint sparkle of excitement in her eye as they near the island. Telling by the way Captain Marks snaps at another kid who's leaning over the edge, he wonders if it's the intimidation of the crew that makes everyone listen. He wonders if it had been another crew and another ship everyone would be leaning over the side, fingers pointing and wide smiles upon their faces as they chat whisper the possibilities of the upcoming ceremony. Leon thinks of his own ceremony and the prospect of getting his own dragon. The thought never occurred to him that he might get one seeing as only 10 out of 50 get chosen every month. He remembers that he's doing this not for himself. The voice inside of him laughs and asks, "then who?" He licks his dry lips and tastes the salty spray of water and wrinkles his nose. He doesn't want to answer the question. "ALL RIGHT. WE"RE LANDING IN ABOUT 10 MINUTES SO BE PREPARED TO GET OFF." The blunt and somewhat sarcastic voice of the captain rings over their heads, silencing them for a moment, before an uproar of excitement takes hold. The talking seems louder than before and Leon can't help but think that it's unnecessary. He reminds himself with sharply that he's excited too. Hell, he even felt a small whimper come past his lips. The island is in a haze of fog and Leon can't help but feel hopeless. Regret washes over him as he as a shiver runs down his back...What dragon would choose him?