I'm going to be my own kind of princess
GwynnWings spread wide, catching the up drift of wind. Riding ocean breezes was relatively easy once you got the hang of it. Gwynn pressed both hands against the back of the wyvern's neck, urging it to fly lower. The beast swooped low, closer to the waves. Its scaly underbelly reflected the blue water in a shimmer of light. Glamour wyverns, crafty creatures that can hide in plain sight. Tough to tame and tougher yet to learn to fly. But Gwynn was a natural. He had never met a wyvern that he had not bonded with. Something about the beautiful creatures enraptured him and they took a similar liking to him. They shared a bond of respect and trust.
"Not too close to the water," called out his uncle. "The Atlantic is cold."
Although it was his first time flying over the sea, Gwynn was well aware of how cold it was. Freezing waters that felt frigid to just be above. Being down there, in the water, would be absolutely terrifying. Gwynn pulled the reins and the wyvern gave a single beat of its wings before pulling back up. Further into the sky.
"How come my farther is not sending me off himself?" Gwynn asked.
"He is busy with his duties as a protector of the crown," his uncle replied. "As the king of our people has seen fit to open relations to the lower realm, your father thought it would be prudent that you gain first hand knowledge of their world."
"Ugh, that sounds all too draining," Gwynn sulked. "Must I really attend this school and pretend to be one of them?"
"No! You must never pretend to be one of them. Never forget who you are, Gwynn. You are a Draig and when you finish your time at this school you will return home."
Planes came into the airport all the time. Of course they did, that is what airports are for. But the pair of wyverns coming in was all too new. People on the ground below seemed scared. Whereas the airport staff and state government had already been informed. They were expected.
Gwynn swooped in low to the ground before swinging around the tower and landing with a great thud outside of a hanger. His wyvern's clawed feet broke the tarmac. His uncle, on the other,. lead his wyvern into a gentle descent and landed gracefully. Yeah, it seemed so precise and in-control. But Gwynn was happy with his display of speed and daring.
As they dismounted, people stared.
"Gwynn, this is important," his uncle said. "Learn all that you can from your studies. Be sure to keep that dangerous curiosity of yours in check, do not go getting into trouble. You had a bad habit of that back home and I do not want you doing anything of the sort here."
"Fiiine," Gwynn said.
A car rolled up beside them. Pulling to a stop. Gwynnn simply stared. He had never actually seen a car before. His uncle opened the door and ushered him inside, before closing the door and walking back to their wyverns.
"I guess this is it," Gwynn said to himself. "I really am going to Argo Academy."
He arrived along with most of people. All new students being brought from the airport to the academy. Apparently the city had something of a wild reputation, according to the small talk of Gwynn's driver. He was curious to find out for himself.
Gwynn was beginning to feel a little nauseous. Maybe it was the low altitude? Or maybe it the sheer amount of people. He didn't think there were even this many people on the entire island he came from.
The building was incredible. Different but no less awe inspiring. A grand structure of immense size, with great walls and tall columns. Gwynnn slightly adjusted the strap of his small backpack before climbing the steps. The signs inside were a life saver. The building was like a maze but he, thankfully, found the auditorium easily enough.
What was that smell? Food?! Oh, he had wondered what the food was like in the lower realms. His father had told him of the sweets and cakes and all the delicious things that humans enjoyed despite the rotting it caused within them. Despite the risk, he wanted to try their food. Surely they could not be as terrible as his father made them out to be... Could they?
Gwynn followed his nose to the food. A table serving a variety of different things. He wanted to try them all! But where to start? A simple baked good caught his attention, round and small with icing on top. He had no idea that what he picked up was a sugar cookie. First he sniffed it.Oh, it smelled overly sweet. Then he took a small bite.
"Wow..." he said simply before even swallowing. "I think I could get used to eating this." He took a quick glance around him to see two other people. Potential students? "My apologies, it is all new to me." In case his pointed ears and reptilian eyes did not give it away, Gwynn was not from around here.