Emiliana NaughtEmiliana greeted the morning light leaking in from the half-closed window with a groan. The morning was perfect otherwise, cold, crisp air, singing birds, a light layer of fog. It was perfect to a morning person, at least. That person was not Emi. On those mornings the warm sheets chained her to her bed with the desire to sleep the day away until night fell once again. Night was, after all, her favorite time to fly. Nighttime patrolling was usually something left to the more experienced knights, which Emi certainly was not, but they could not forbid her from flying at night if they never caught her doing so. Which they hadn't yet, though she knew a few instructors had their suspicions, if her constant oversleeping and tired eyes were of any indication. On most mornings, she looked like death warmed up in a kettle. She would have been content to lay in bed for hours, if the pleasant, inviting smell of freshly made tea hadn't begun emanating from down the hall. Emi still resided in her dorm in the Academy, finding the company of trainees, instructors and other knights to be rather pleasing and more interesting. She dragged herself lifelessly from her bed, taking extra precautions to untangle herself from the sheets first, lest her face be greeted by the cold, hard ground like so many other groggy mornings. She scowled slightly at the bedraggled mess that reflected in the mirror, already foreseeing an epic battle with her tangled hair. She wasted no time in attacking the nest with a brush, hoping to make herself at least presentable before leaving her room to secure herself a cup of tea from the kitchen. ● ● ● ● ● Calem BennettCalem frowned disappointingly at the metal blade he held, grip so tightly about the hilt that his knuckles turned pallid. A sword far too big for him. Again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a blade which he could balance comfortably in his grasp. Was he just unfit for wielding a sword? It seemed ironic to him, considering his beast was known as a blade dragon. Still, though, this appeared to be the only weapon he truly struggled with. Spears and javelins? Not a problem. Bows? He was average. Tomes? Save for the time he accidentally ignited a trainee's hair, he wasn't half bad with those either. So why was a sword so difficult? His best friend was great with a sword, though he had to admit, he was a good deal shorter and less muscular than Bailey. He soon realized that glaring at his blade wasn't going to leave him with any answers, though practice was nearly impossible with a sword he couldn't properly lift anyway. With a heavy, rather dramatic sigh, Calem returned to the weapon rack once more in hopes of finding a sword more suited to him. He hadn't seen Aurum in some time, though that didn't really bother him. The blade dragon didn't often accompany him outside their flying sessions. As he understood it, movement on land around the Academy was awkward for his companion, with the large blade on his tail. It might have seemed like the two didn't have as strong a bond as others, but that was far from the truth. Calem had to place a lot of trust in his dragon when flying, since a simple misplaced hand or flying maneuver done wrong could leave Calem impaled on one of the blade dragon's spikes, or even sliced in two. In turn, Aurum appreciated the sweets his human smuggled out of the kitchen for him from time to time.