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Comriel sighed and brushed a hand across the stones in the ground. She sat back on her haunches and propped her head up on an elbow which was in turn supported by her knee. Her feathered wings rustled softly as she shifted them in irritation and her other hand plucked a marked stone from the ground and idly turned it over and over.
Her divination powers had never been strong, but at least she tended to be relatively accurate when she threw her stones. Recently though she’d gotten nothing and she suspected it was because she’d stayed too long in this place. She felt restless and idle, neither good bedfellows for accurate foretelling, so she began to think it was time to move on again.
Comriel scooped up her stones and tossed her head, her long ears flopping slightly with the motion. It was time, but where would she go? She was tired of these primitive worlds but she didn’t want to go back to Kilandaia. She hadn’t exactly disliked it there, but she was afraid she might get caught up in another breeding experiment and fun as such things could be, if she flew again she wanted some choice in who caught her!
On a whim she tossed the stones again, one last time before she decided where to go. Her brow furrowed in thought as she stared at the portents. She reached out and idly brushed a triangle of stones in a pattern she’d never seen before. As she touched them a vision took her and out of instinct she teleported. Her visions, rare as they were, were always tied to another of her powers and this one was no exception, she blinked rapidly to clear the vision from her Sight and hastily scooped up her stones, dropping them into their pouch which stayed secured under her shoulder. Only then did she take the time to look around and really examine her surroundings.
She was standing before a huge complex in a hot and dusty city. The dust and the heat irritated her, but by the look of the buildings this was at least a place of high technology, even if the technology was highly interlaced with magic. The magic struck a chord with her though and she soon decided she must enter this complex and find out what went on there.
She soon discovered it was a bonding complex turned school, but that there were still dragons awaiting bonds or sponsors willing to care for them until they came of age. Intrigued (as she herself had grown up with a sponsor who she had readily dumped to avoid being bred again), she inquired about sponsoring and was told all she need do was apply and an appropriate dragon would choose to come with her.
There’s certainly no harm in applying, and I think I might like a companion in my travels. Indeed it would be helpful to have someone there when I get my rare visions; they don’t usually leave me as lucid as I seem to be this time, she thought to herself, trying to consider all the implications. Children are a nuisance but they grow up and surely any dragon that’s been living at a school will at least be moderately intelligent.
And that decided it; she would apply and see what came of it. In the meantime she would investigate this school, perhaps they had something they could teach her of the art of divination, and if not, perhaps she could teach them…
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