The Academy: and so many other things more.

wyvern is a hot, hot dragon; brush by ArfW @ dA

Teacher. It’s so absurd he cannot help laughing.

Wyvern is about as far from a teacher as he is from a bird; and though some horses can thrive in such metaphors, Wyvern is nothing but one: he is rough around the edges, thick-boned, thick-muscled, gold-downed and green-eyed. He is a horse and more, a stallion, through and through.

Sometimes, they call him dragon and call him viper, but Wyvern – of earth and bark and cinnamon – knows very well he is just, simply, a horse.

“Sabriel,” he calls. The name is sweet in his tongue, and exotic; he approves it. But more than that, he can feel the musk of sea and sand in her. From the reef, then, much as himself, if one could say such a thing. wyvern has loyalties to no one but Icarus; they just don’t seem to get it.

Well, they will in time.

“I’m supposed to teach you,” he says simply and even then, his mind is uncoiling like an adder and curling inside her own. It’s quick and he does not probe; he can feel her nervousness. It’s such a simple feeling and he smiles; he thinks she could come to be a friend – ah, if only. “What do you think of it?”

wyvern
yea, they shall say, earth's womb has borne in vain
new things, and never this best thing again;