Post by Lone Dancer on Jan 11, 2022 0:00:59 GMT
Slowly, Shard found himself starting to stand up and get ready to leave, much to the chagrin of his teacher and fellow students. If they could even be called that. He was disappointed honestly. What he read about this class made it seem interesting; useful. He even did seven classes, paying the absurdly high fees this school held to even exist here. But all he was learning where things he already knew about in greater and more qualitive experience. The two months he has spent here has made Shard truly begin to really appreciate Teach. While the mask may have been sadistic in his methods, he was an utter font of knowledge and completely competent in the matters of actually teaching someone.
Unfortunately he went dormant, apparently having to take care of other matters, leaving Shard to have to find a new way of continuing his studies. After spending half a year of hunting entities that somehow kept their existence secret from dragonkind, he realized he was getting nowhere. So thus leading him to search for a place of education.
He found this place, supposedly the best school for magic there was.
It was full of the most arrogant, entitled, and completely foppish dragonets he has ever met. While technically there were classes for the older dragons, such as himself, for whatever reason, the rich parents of said dragonets paid a lot extra to have their idiotic children be in these classes as well.
The amount of times he has been challenged to some duel or another because he insulted the honor of one of these tiresome dragonets by looking at them wrong or something, he lost track of the reasons they actually spouted off. Now, if this type of dragonet was uncommon, it wouldn't be a problem, they were easily ignored.
The problem was like three quarter of this entire damn school was air wasting bags of scales and mucus that called themselves dragonets.
He just kept the policy of just ignoring them. He didn't care of their preconceived notations of him, Teach having beat any sense of an ego out of him. Pretty literally.
All these thoughts flitted through his mind as he made his trek towards the door, as the teacher was making flabbergasted sounds. No one just got up and left. As he was about to exit out, he turned around to the skywing, and politely said;
"I'm sorry, but this class isn't teaching me anything."
He tucked his wings in, and ducked slightly and exited.
After that he closed the fancily engraved door gently, the doors being made of metal and clanged rather loudly. Some dragonets made it a challenge to slam the door as hard as possible. As Shard could just rip the door off its hinges if he wanted too, he didn't partake in such activities.
As he strolled down the hall, one of the meeker students gave him a minor nod. The remaining quarter of students where actually pleasant dragonets, and most of them seemed to like him for one reason or another. As the first student passed, a whole gang of them just turned the corner. Matching insignias on metal bands they all wore denoted them as one of the 'gangs' that existed in this school.
They rank of something sickly sweet, and their babbling chatter ended when they saw Shard. They sneered at him as a collective whole as they passed by, which he just ignored.
However, one decided to turn around and say the annoying words;
"You know what, I challenge you!"
"..."
Walking stereotypes, the lot of them, Shard found himself thinking. While he normally declined, he wondered if giving one of the snot nosed punks a proper beatdown would calm the rest down. However Nur's teachings of don't reveal your capability unless you have to rang through his head.
He sighed, and just continued walking on, much to the delighted cries of coward and whatnot from the group.
In all honestly he missed the mountains and their quiet. Solitude had its benefits, and one of the big ones was no annoying dragonets. Teach was right, magic schools really are just a bunch of stereotypes masquerading as people.
Unfortunately he went dormant, apparently having to take care of other matters, leaving Shard to have to find a new way of continuing his studies. After spending half a year of hunting entities that somehow kept their existence secret from dragonkind, he realized he was getting nowhere. So thus leading him to search for a place of education.
He found this place, supposedly the best school for magic there was.
It was full of the most arrogant, entitled, and completely foppish dragonets he has ever met. While technically there were classes for the older dragons, such as himself, for whatever reason, the rich parents of said dragonets paid a lot extra to have their idiotic children be in these classes as well.
The amount of times he has been challenged to some duel or another because he insulted the honor of one of these tiresome dragonets by looking at them wrong or something, he lost track of the reasons they actually spouted off. Now, if this type of dragonet was uncommon, it wouldn't be a problem, they were easily ignored.
The problem was like three quarter of this entire damn school was air wasting bags of scales and mucus that called themselves dragonets.
He just kept the policy of just ignoring them. He didn't care of their preconceived notations of him, Teach having beat any sense of an ego out of him. Pretty literally.
All these thoughts flitted through his mind as he made his trek towards the door, as the teacher was making flabbergasted sounds. No one just got up and left. As he was about to exit out, he turned around to the skywing, and politely said;
"I'm sorry, but this class isn't teaching me anything."
He tucked his wings in, and ducked slightly and exited.
After that he closed the fancily engraved door gently, the doors being made of metal and clanged rather loudly. Some dragonets made it a challenge to slam the door as hard as possible. As Shard could just rip the door off its hinges if he wanted too, he didn't partake in such activities.
As he strolled down the hall, one of the meeker students gave him a minor nod. The remaining quarter of students where actually pleasant dragonets, and most of them seemed to like him for one reason or another. As the first student passed, a whole gang of them just turned the corner. Matching insignias on metal bands they all wore denoted them as one of the 'gangs' that existed in this school.
They rank of something sickly sweet, and their babbling chatter ended when they saw Shard. They sneered at him as a collective whole as they passed by, which he just ignored.
However, one decided to turn around and say the annoying words;
"You know what, I challenge you!"
"..."
Walking stereotypes, the lot of them, Shard found himself thinking. While he normally declined, he wondered if giving one of the snot nosed punks a proper beatdown would calm the rest down. However Nur's teachings of don't reveal your capability unless you have to rang through his head.
He sighed, and just continued walking on, much to the delighted cries of coward and whatnot from the group.
In all honestly he missed the mountains and their quiet. Solitude had its benefits, and one of the big ones was no annoying dragonets. Teach was right, magic schools really are just a bunch of stereotypes masquerading as people.