Cryosphere || Male || 117 || New Ice Dragon || M: Isobel, Nava, Ryker (Ind), Others (Ind)

Cryosphere rumbled as his newly bonded rider released a pained gasp, his head coming back down to examine her form much closer while his bright eyes met her own shaded blue ones. Confusion washes over him at the expression held within them – excitement. Vastly different from what she expressed through her gasp. Was he, perhaps, still a bit too cold for such contact? Or was it something else?

A simple ‘I’m okay’ flutters in from their new formed bond, peppering his mind like the soft falling of snowflakes. It was a strange feeling for his skull to endure, but not one that he was opposed to. Though, he couldn’t help but arch a “brow” at such a confirmation – not at all missing the little shudder she gave. But, even still, he said not a word.

An amused huff of air is, however, spurred from the icy beast at her initial rambling – likely frosting her hair to the slightest degree. He moves to lay down as she continues, keeping his head low and within eye level. And nodding to both of her questions, of course, even if they did cause him to chuckle lightly. Honestly, he found the whole thing to be quite endearing. A cute little display from his new found companion. But what touched him the most was the action of pulling her sleeves over her hands. He couldn’t help but let out a little purr-like song at the sight of it.

The continuation of the blonde haired girl’s “speech” began with an apology for her amusing yet overused pun. Yes, he did indeed laugh at it. Possibly startling her with its rumbling grow-like nature. The fan of his tail raised up in a fashion similar to signal that it was alright (similar in fashion to the actual human gesture). At the mention of Nava, the icy blue reptile simply nods his head to his human’s assumption and turns his head to glance at the aforementioned female.

He wasn’t too surprised at the sight beheld. The pastel pink being was a little ways behind him (which he was grateful for, even if he wasn’t feeling particularly territorial at the moment… Okay, maybe just a hair.), staring at her bonded who had chosen to visit others instead of follow along. He could all but feel the unease notion she felt, being so far away from her newly bonded. And he wasn’t about to let that last.

The gray-blue dragon rumbles gently, brushing the grass before the crystalline female’s wings with his tail to grab her attention. Once he obtained it, he nodded his head towards the black haired fellow, his friends, and their dragons. A small signal followed by another, reassuring rumble. His way of saying, ‘go, I can handle this’ as well as a slow blink for a ‘thank you.’

A sudden stop to Isobel’s rambling caused Cryo to turn his attention back on the main interaction at hand, watching as she put a hand over her mouth (an action that caused him to momentarily tilt his head). A quick succession of statements follow afterwards, only leading the male further down the rabbit hole of confusion. Said words would also be a bit… trickier to respond to, and they certainly required one. Talking wasn’t an option. And he likely just sent off the only one who could speak for him – that he was comfortable asking, anyway. Writing, naturally, was an option. But would she be able to understand it with its inherently large size?

Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he decides to give it a go. Reaching out a single claw, he angles himself as to where his blue and gold eyed companion wouldn’t have to move much to see it. Staining himself slightly, he starts out slow after thinking back on what he nearly missed while sending his crystal-like friend(?) off – writing as small as he physically could.

‘Not annoying. Funny and adorable, actually,’ he wipes and begins again, ‘I am Cryosphere. But Cryo is fine,’ another wipe, another writing, ‘Nice to meet you, Isobel. And sorry for the chill.’

Allowing her time to take in such information, the gentle being then chooses a new area to write instead of erasing again. ‘Life before was harsh. Survival was everything. Few friendly encounters. Even fewer acquaintances,’ seafoam eyes glance to the side as his writing pauses. That was the bare minimum of what he had undergone in his numerous years. The tip of the iceberg. Literally. But, that story would be for another time.

With a huff of chilling air, he brings his head back up and waits for a response – his eyes glance back and forth between his ‘words’ and the human before him.

Kenji Bozzeli

New Rider | M | Mentions: Teg, Shiro, Keziah, Aalis, Beatrice [ind].

Directly mentions: Rhyhor, Keziah, Clarabelle

From where Kenji was held, he could see his brother getting tossed around like a rag doll. That’ll show him. He thought. Upon his brother's landing, he could see his lean figure running away before getting himself knocked and pinned to the ground beneath his dragon's talons. It seemed they were playing a game of some sort? Which Kenji would find a twinge odd, considering his brother did not seem the type. Despite this, Kenji was laughing at his brother for deciding to follow him, and getting stuck with a dragon almost the complete opposite of his personality. Oh boy, would Shiro be getting a run for his money with this dragon. Turning back his attention to his own dragon, Kenji nodded, “You’ll be the first to know when I want him dead,” he chuckled.

“I doubt his ‘buzzard’ would be any match for you, so you could make it quick when the time comes, eh?” Bringing a hand up to his mouth, Kenji did his best to suppress a snicker at his own comment. His gaze floated to his best friends, noticing another large figure in the area, a Light dragon had made its appearance. “Ah yes, I do hope that is the light dragon you speak of, for Keziah’s sake. Though I'm sure Birdie’s dragon will also come around in time,” he responded. Giving the storm dragon a sympathetic pat on the talon he was still held in. Sharing a look between the two girls, his dragon’s half-compliment left Kenji cracking a smile on his face, “I suppose Rhyhor is a decent name too,”

From where Rhyhor held him he could see Beatrice introducing what seemed to be him and Keziah, as he had done to his dragon with her. He could see her take a step towards her dragon as his own moved a step closer to her. His attention was quickly shifted once more to his other friend, as Keziah called out to him. "Kenji, you, and I can all catch up about today!" It seemed as if she was leaving somewhere with her dragon, and in return, he shot her an enthusiastic nod, “Of course, Keziah!”

In Birdie’s direction, he could faintly hear his name, and then something followed shortly after with the mention of a ‘stick’ perhaps referring to the earlier incidents of the day. Honestly, something Kenji would never forget. The moment kept replaying in his head and he would randomly let out a little noise similar to a laugh whenever he mentally saw Birdie hit Rhyhor with a stick.

Watching his friend leave, he spotted a familiar face wandering around in the crowd. “Rhyhor, I confess, I have forgotten to tell you about one of my friends, or rather, cousins.” Kenji spoke, putting both hands up in defense, “Clarabelle, I may have mentioned to her about my coming, but I can’t remember, perhaps she looking for me?” In her direction he frantically waved for a moment, perhaps he could get the girl's attention. If she were to look in his direction now she would see Kenji half twisted in his dragon's grasp, hair static, and him frantically waving at her.

Clarabelle

Female | New Rider | Dragon: Navi | Mentions: (directly) Kenji, Rhyhor. (Indirectly) Navi

As Clara watched the crowd, she saw a small human, waving, in the grasps of a dragon. Focusing more on them, Clarabelle recognized Kenji. Of course, it would be him. A grimace twisted on her face, he looked… odd. His waving seemed distraught and his hair was staticky? But then again, it was always messy, her eyes must be playing tricks on her. Clara waved awkwardly back, standing there, debating whether or not she should head to him. Curiosity won the battle and she slowly picked her way over to them.

She approached cautiously, something told her that this dragon was not as friendly as her own. Navi was so gentle and kind, this dragon seemed every bit the opposite. Now, Clara desperately wished Navi was here with her. At the same time, she didn’t want Navi to think of her as weak. Clara wasn’t too far from Navi but she knew the bond between them was still too weak to communicate across. Her thoughts drifted with Navi for a brief moment more until she stood directly in front of Kenji and his dragon. His hair was in fact staticky, not just his normal messy. It was quite an amusing sight to see her tall cousin scooped up, looking tiny while being held by his dragon. She couldn't help but stifle a smile at the contrast.

“Hi Kenji,” she greeted, her voice steady despite her racing heart. Clara’s attention shifted to the towering dragon that held her cousin captive. Up close, the dragon was even more awe-inspiring. His muscular body was a dark, stormy gray, marred by pale scars that hinted at countless battles. His head was adorned with horns, two large ones rising just above his eyebrows. A jagged array of horns of varying sizes began at the midpoint of his head, tracing a dangerous path down the spine. What was most frightening was his eyes were devoid of pupils, a mesmerizing white-blue color. How peculiar, she thought, soaking in every detail.

Recollections of Kenji's prior mention of him and Shiro coming to the Academy resurfaced. Back then, the idea of her cousins joining her at the Academy was exciting. But reality had its own weight, and the sight before her was a testament to that. This was no longer a distant prospect; this was the presence of a dragon that meant business. “I am going to assume that this is your dragon, and that you aren’t about to be a snack?” Yet. He won’t be a snack, yet. Her voice held light humor, washing away the fear and tension she felt running in her body.

Navi twitched slightly, stirring a bit from her sleep. She could faintly feel something through her link with Clarabelle, but it was too muddled and faint for her to properly make out what it was. She knew her rider felt... something of discomfort. But she couldn't identify what it was about or what was causing it. Rousing herself slightly, she opened one glittering orb to inspect the girl. Something in the tension of her posture made her think either the human or the dragon was making her rider feel this way. 'Hmm...' she thought, debating whether or not to go over. Not that she was much good if it came to a fight, and she prayed it wouldn't, but she could at least be a comforting presence for her new rider. But tiredness was dulling her thoughts and senses, so she shrugged slightly to herself before closing her eye and returning to sleep. She knew she desperately needed this sleep, particularly because of the fact that she tended to side more towards being nocturnal rather than diurnal, or even crepuscular. She could be diurnal when needed, of course, however she slept better during the day and was more active at night. When it came to sleeping at night, the female struggled to still herself enough to sleep. She often ended up tossing and turning, and her sleep was fitful.

Xyron

Psyche Dragon | Male | New Dragon | Rider: Borealis | Mentions: (directly) Borealis

Xyron's hesitation was palpable as he considered Borealis' question about Nuria. He couldn't deny the undercurrent of distrust that swirled within him. Despite these reservations, he managed to push those thoughts aside for the moment, prioritizing Borealis' feelings. His eyes, vibrant and knowing, met hers with a mix of sympathy and reassurance. "It's okay to be anxious, little rider," he grumbled softly. The connection between them pulsed with emotions, a new thread that they were both learning to navigate. He could feel her tension, her worries, and her hopes, all interwoven with his own. His gaze followed hers to the shifting clouds, thinking for just a moment. As Borealis' eyes returned to him, Xyron's expression softened. He watched her closely as she examined his vibrant golden scales, her curiosity evident in her gaze. He pondered her question about his origins, a complex tapestry of memories and emotions. He thought of his parents, fierce and regal, their wisdom and strength etched into his very being.

Shaking his head, sadness crept into his body. "My mother, Elysia..." he began, his tone contemplative. "Was nothing less than majestic. She was a Light Dragon. Her coloration was an elegant fusion of pinks, purples and oranges, reminiscent of the dawn sky. Her wings were expansive and formidable. She had delicate patterns on her wings, intricate swirls that blended seamlessly.” He paused, his eyes distant as he reminisced. "Her eyes were similar to mine, a warm scarlet color. I suppose some of the gold came from her as well.” Xyron’s gaze stared into the distance, no longer looking at Borealis. “My father, Vorion, was a monstrous sized dragon.” His gaze moved quickly around the area, “Bigger than any of the dragons here. He was a force of nature that commanded respect wherever he went. He was a Lunar Dragon. His scales, a deep and rich shade of midnight blue, seemed to absorb the very essence of the night sky.” Xyron’s deep voice was steady as he reflected, “His wings were broad and powerful. His entire body bore the scars of battles he had fought. His eyes were the color of the deepest abyss, black as a moonless night.”

Xyron’s scarlet eyes darted to Borealis again, surprise riddling his body. He hadn’t talked about his family in years, let alone to a human. His family died from humans during a time where humans were still scared of dragons. Before the time when dragons and humans became one- as partners, as companions. Xyron's words hung in the air, a tale woven with memories and emotions. But this was a leap of faith for Xyron, a moment where he was extending his trust and vulnerability. He didn’t mean to become so reminiscent and open, it annoyed him. Yet, Xyron couldn’t stop himself from sharing his parents. He could have easily just said no and left it at that, but he wanted to share this with Borealis. Xyron knew if he wanted this bond to work and to grow, he had to trust his rider. Even if everything in him - everything he was taught - screamed at him not to. He knew in the coming days, he would be openly defying what was ingrained into him.

The man had settled down near the edge of the forest to watch the gathering from a distance. K'issuk had gone off to talk to the fire dragon, and had warned Kaia to stay away; a decision Kaia took with no humour, mind you. He didn't particularly feel like being fried that day.

In his time studying the crowd, he watched as pairs were made. Some dragons were kinder than others, such as a feathered air dragon that was playing quite roughly with his apparent rider. Kaia watched as he dropped the rider and caught him just before they both smacked into the ground. He even found it in himself to wince as he watched the rough play continue, figuring the rider was going to have a good few bruises, if not broken bones, by the time the first ride was done.

And then he heard K'issuk, unmistakeable to his ears, send out a shrill whistle of warning. Something warm and loving settled over his chest at a sound from his dragon, and a small smile grew on his face. He watched the pair warily, though, just in case. And, as fate would have it, Kaia was forced to drag himself up to a standing position, sighing as he watched the pair take K'issuk's warning and practically throw it away.

The man glanced over to his water dragon, hearing her voice in his head. 'I'm gonna go make sure this air dragon doesn't kill his rider, and then I'll be right over,' he responded, figuring K'issuk had it handled for the time being. At one point, when the rider had taken off and the dragon given chase, Kaia had to jog to make a timely approach to them, watching with a grin and a soft laugh as the dragon flopped around on the floor for a few minutes after trying to walk on two legs.

"Hey fellas, I'm Kaia Seelen, your Squad Leader," Kaia called as he got closer, hoping an early verbal announcement would stop either of them from spooking as he approached. "I gotta ask, please be gentle with your rider and other people, humans are pretty fragile compared to dragons," Kaia said to the dragon, trying (and failing) to keep the chuckle and amusement from his voice.

When Kaia got close enough to the rider, he blinked, and his jaw slackened. "Shiro?" He asked, furrowing his brows, a smile tugging at his lips. "Holy shit, and I thought seeing Kenji here was a trip."

Arya watched the dragon silently as she ate, noting things about his physical structure and features without commenting on them. She noticed the slight sweat, and wondered if they should've moved closer to the trees. But he had chosen to sleep here, and she wasn't about to wake him up to suggest moving. She could tell he desperately needed that sleep, so she would leave him to it. Finishing her food, Arya sat quietly, watching the dragons and humans. She noticed her brother standing with the flashy water dragon, and grinned to herself. 'That's absolutely perfect for him,' she thought.