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Can you be here at about 4 or 5 today? I'm free thenI have to go, prob wont be on for another hour sorry
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Can you be here at about 4 or 5 today? I'm free thenI have to go, prob wont be on for another hour sorry
Astra stretched slowly, then opened her eyes. It wasn't another dream. She was in a small cave, the entrance covered by vines. I have to get to the mountain. She looked around again, grabbed her backpack and slipped through the vines into the forest outside. She reached for her hip, making sure her hunting knife was still on her belt. It was, of course, but she still felt relieved when her hand touched the leather-cord-wrapped handle, then the leather sheath below. The knife was not her only weapon, but it was the one that meant the most. Astra had forged it herself with steel from her grandfather's broken knife, quenched it in oil from one of her father's merchant trips, placed the copper-and-silver inlay in the pommel from a broken hairclip of her mother's. It bore something of nearly every family member. At least her knife would always be there for her, and not turn on her when she had a chance to be remembered. That was why she'd left - it was the only way to reach the mountain school and learn to harness her power. But now isn't the time to ramble through my bitterness. I have to get to the mountain tonight. Astra slung her backpack over her right shoulder and started walking.
The door creaked open slowly, dramatically. A black-haired head slowly peered around the frame of the door, brow furrowed.Astra had finally reached the mountain. She looked at it for a long moment, then sat on a rock by the door to rest.
"Oh, but I'm not a merchant. I'm a Dragonheart. Does my hair look like a merchant?" Astra replied a little sarcastically.The door creaked open slowly, dramatically. A black-haired head slowly peered around the frame of the door, brow furrowed.
"We don't do traveling merchants," he finally said acidically. "Read the sign."
He gestured to a sign that read in big bold letters, No solicitors, merchants, demons, witches, faerys, gryphons, phoenixes, sorcerors, sorceresses, and NO evil step-parents!
Aster's hair immediately stuck up in irritation. He didn't like being wrong. "You'd be surprised at all the stupid things you door-to-door salesmen do to yourself to get our attention. Fine, come inside, but don't expect a warm welcome." He swung the door open a bit, making the gap just a little too small to fit through. This girl was going to be trouble for him, he could tell. He let his annoyance radiate, hoping it would deter her. No luck. He knew she was getting in, and that he would be in trouble for giving her such a rude welcome. He spread his wings a little, hoping for some intimidation."Oh, but I'm not a merchant. I'm a Dragonheart. Does my hair look like a merchant?" Astra replied a little sarcastically.
Astra wasn't intimidated by this Dragonheart. She had a faint nibbling at the very back of her mind that she knew him, but couldn't figure out where from. She noticed that the boy had purposely not opened the door enough for her to fit through, so she stepped back for a running start and shoved the door open, blowing past him in a blur of flying red hair. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I'M NOT A SALESMAN." Astra shouted. There was something about this boy that made her feel reckless, fearless, wild - like he was a fizzing stick of dynamite and he'd just touched off her fuse. She reached high above her head, then brought her arm down in an arc as she spun like a top, creating a circle of fire that enclosed the two. "See?"Aster's hair immediately stuck up in irritation. He didn't like being wrong. "You'd be surprised at all the stupid things you door-to-door salesmen do to yourself to get our attention. Fine, come inside, but don't expect a warm welcome." He swung the door open a bit, making the gap just a little too small to fit through. This girl was going to be trouble for him, he could tell. He let his annoyance radiate, hoping it would deter her. No luck. He knew she was getting in, and that he would be in trouble for giving her such a rude welcome. He spread his wings a little, hoping for some intimidation.
Aster was impressed, but didn't want to show it. He also noticed that his hair was crackling with electricity. He quickly doused the charge and glared at the girl. "Fine, say you're legit. Come inside, Astra, and I'll... find you a room or something until Lemaitre returns. (lemaitre is what they call the headmaster)"Astra wasn't intimidated by this Dragonheart. She had a faint nibbling at the very back of her mind that she knew him, but couldn't figure out where from. She noticed that the boy had purposely not opened the door enough for her to fit through, so she stepped back for a running start and shoved the door open, blowing past him in a blur of flying red hair. "I ALREADY TOLD YOU. I'M NOT A SALESMAN." Astra shouted. There was something about this boy that made her feel reckless, fearless, wild - like he was a fizzing stick of dynamite and he'd just touched off her fuse. She reached high above her head, then brought her arm down in an arc as she spun like a top, creating a circle of fire that enclosed the two. "See?"