The Academy: and dream of the day it will end;

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

His nose touches her back for a moment, and he thinks; thinks of the days past and days to come. Around him, the academy is quiet, breathing the first seconds of fall. He can, if he focuses, almost feel it, the leaves browning and falling. Soon, it will be winter.

Too soon.

He almost smiles at the irony of the child of gold resting in peace here, reveling in the beauty of the academy’s flowers and lazy grasses, but he knows, and he will always know, that she is who she is. in a sense, he knows he should not be here, but back in the plains where the seasons rarely changed and nothing but the sky witnessed his blunders, back when he was a golden colt among golden grasses.

But he had a secret and the secret was his undoing.

His mind, almost inadvertly, slips into hers. If there is an elemental awareness, he cannot feel it; it doesn’t matter. The snake around his ankle hisses; its tapered face turns to stare at the impertinent filly. But this one too knows this world is safe from harm, at least for now, and that nothing will touch her, them, here. “What do you know of the elements, child?” he questioned her, because he had to know and he wanted to; it was his job, he thought with a small grimace. Irrelevant.

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