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[maythegodsbewithyou]

First Time Riding A Dragon

Kelt and Uov (one of the School’s Dragons) had their first encounter when Kelt was fourteen, back then, students had to wait till they were graduated before they could fly a dragon. So, when he finally became a Knight, Kelt requested to fly with Uov. This is just after flying, everything probably went fine. They’re both still alive, so. 

[orractousdarfoe]

Young Orractous always dreamt of a simple place of his own, somewhere other people could only bother him when he let them in. He didn't want anything too big, small enough to house himself, a guest, and maybe a pet. Most ideally a cat, they two didn't seem like they needed anyone, and he too didn't want to take any responsibility for anyone living with him. His problem with the rooms he has lived in for the past years, is that there was little privacy, and little home. 

Orractous opened the tiny door, moving the wood against a big stack of boxes that he hadn't unpacked yet, or probably never would. He pushed himself through the small gap that was left, and hung his jacket on the full coat - he liked coats and hats - before walking through a small hallway into the main living area - as in, the only area that existed in the whole house, not counting the hallway or the bathroom. 

Orractous has always been more attracted to busy cities, living small, and not worrying too much about not having the right shops around him. He wants to be able to open the window in the morning and hear more noise than anyone can make on their own. He wants to live under circumstances where whomever he brings home, and whatever he does during the day, doesn't come with inconvenient knocking, or parks laying around for him to make the wrong move. 

Throwing his bag on the blue chair in the corner, he moved around the table in the middle of the room to collect everything he had thrown on there the previous day. He unpacked his bag to get the groceries, and passed the small space between the table and the kitchen. 

His most wanted situation was to cook for himself, not because he was any good, but because he knew very well that he could eat whatever he wanted if he was the boss around the kitchen. Just for that, his ideal home had a collection of spices, fruits, drinks, and oils, for whatever he may want to use it for. And it should be small, very little should be present that he didn't need. 

Putting the groceries down, Orractous took the empty bag back to the living room, beyond the big table. Opposite of the big table was a small dessoir with books, not too many, but just enough to look filled. His living room was a mess. He kept his clothing on a rack, instead of in a closet, his bed looked more like a couch, and the cat - Michael - ran around unconditionally. Above his bed there were paintings on the wall, books lay around on the ground, clothes, boxes. He never knew how much he had until he had to clean. He petted the cat, and sat down on the bed, closest to the three big windows. 

To look out of the window, each morning, each afternoon, each day, see people walk by his home, all busy with their own little thing, their lives spinning around each other. Peaceful, might be a good word for it.