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Open Dragon Cave - Grand Tourney

Starr, Shigol, and Duead arrived to find Wariblak run into the kitchen.
"Again? Why does he always head for the pancakes?" sighed Shigol as a few screams were heard.
"Let's go get him," said Duead's right head.
"Again," muttered the other.
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A few minutes later Wariblak was subtly sitting outside, finally content. No one was injured, although the pancakes had not been saved; they were long gone. Starr ate some French toast sticks with maple syrup, while Duead and Shigol both ate their usual raw meat.
"It's his fault if we get kicked out now," muttered Duead Right.
"We should've known better than to take him along," added Duead Left.
"We should've brought Minick instead."
"Or Navu."
"Oh yes. It would be absolutely flawless if Navu was here."
"We all know that Navu would've done something just as naive," interrupted Shigol. "Wariblak is our most experienced fighter. He knows just about every trick in the bag, that one. Vivend has a right to be attracted to him, and his children a right to be proud. And even though none of us know where his parents and siblings are, they should be proud, too."
The group continued to talk amongst themselves.
 
Food! The Guardian dragonling smelled her food before she saw her owner squish through the crowded room. She flew off the table and snatched a chunk of ham off of Aria's hands. The dragonling crash landed on the ground, almost smashing into a table nearby. Impatiently, she ripped the ham apart with her sharp claws, and swallowed the chunks whole. Silvia finished her breakfast in less than thirty seconds. Satisfied with the meal, she licked her claws clean and stood up. Now that she's full, the small dragon is in a much better mood. She slowly trotted back to the table her owner was standing next to and sat down, waiting for her orders for the day.
 
They finally made it to the cafeteria. Jax ordered a cooked cow carcass. Sephii had a salad. Flareth had some waffles.
 
Zephyr gazed at the ham and tentatively took a nibble at the reddish meat. he slowly ate away at it, taking much longer than Silvia. When he finished, he coughed slightly, and then stared at Aria, bobbing up and down slightly, waiting for whatever it was his owner would to to happen,
 
Lita got out of bed and stretched, standing right next to Thornsnap. Thornsnap merely watched her with a confused expression, and then Lita explained, "Humans stretch after they wake up to prepare themselves for the day. Don't dragons?"

Thornsnap was quiet for a moment, then he nodded his great green head.

"Ariary!" Lita shouted at the snoozing skywing.

The sky dragon awoke with a start, then rose gracefully into the air. "Thank you," Lita told the still sleepy dragon. "I could use some breakfast, and I'm sure you could too." She put some shoes on, then left the room for the cafetaria.
 
Silvia stretched and yawned. She's getting quite bored just sitting there, not doing anything. She hopped on the table, almost knocking over a few plates with her tail. The Guardian dragonling settled on the table and curled up into a comfortable ball. Her companion, a slender Skywing, bobbled up and down beside her as Silvia looked around the room, studying her future opponents.

There were quite a lot of different dragons all around. Most of them have already grown up, but there are some dragonlings like her still around. There are even a few Gold dragons, known for their rarity. Silvia yawned again. As long as none of them try to attack her, she wouldn't care much about them. The dragonling faced her owner and waited for an order.
 
Silvia jumped off of the table and hurried behind her owner. She doesn't really care about anything right now. Her stomach's filled, she's safe, and she has a place to live.

Training? The dragonling replied in telepathy. She doesn't really have a big vocabulary, and would prefer keeping quiet than talking. And telepathy can be a bothersome thing. If one isn't careful, unrelated thoughts might be transmitted. Especially that time... It was her fault, really. The dragonling didn't mean it. But... She was abandoned anyway, left out on the edge of the cave in that cold, dark night. Silvia sighed lightly and walked after her owner.
 
Zephyr floated after Silvia and Aria. He'd like to have a training session to wake him up, yes.

"Training..." he said quietly and innocently through telepathy.
 
The dragons and human finished their meal.
"So, whadda we do now?" asked Duead Left.
This earned a hard thump over the head from Shigol.
"You idiot," she said. "Didn't you read the flier?"
"I can't read," said the left head, rubbing a sore temple.
"You can't?" gasped the right head.
"You're the smart one," muttered the left.
"Ignoring that," interrupted Shigol, "we have to train. We're going to be fighting."
"Ooooooooh," gasped both heads. "I like fighting!"
"So do I!" yelled Wariblak from outside.
Starr sighed. "Let's untie him."
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A few minutes later, they stood in the training arena.
"Right, so we've all eaten, we're all hydrated, now it's time to train," rambled Starr.
"So what do we do first?" asked Wariblak.
"First, we warm ourselves up. Let's do a lap around half the arena first."
"Alright," said Duead Right, stretching her wing. Duead Left soon did the same, ready to fly and coordinate herself with the right head, which was rather difficult.
"No, we don't fly yet," said Starr. "That wouldn't be fair for Wariblak. We run the lap."
Wariblak blushed.
"I'll run with you, just to be fair," said Starr. She started to jog around the edge, the dragons running after her after a couple of moments.
 
((bwarg, sorry for forgetting about you guys, and yes, you're in~))

Scroll flitted around her mistress' head in an erratic pattern, her tiny lightweight body flying like it was nothng. She didn't need any food, so she had no need to follow her teammate to the cafetera. She landed gently on Moony's head, nestling into her hair.

"Chiiiii" She cooed, unable to talk without her telepathy.


((Oh, and I think I'm going to include a human of my own, but you'll meet up with them later... >3))
 
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Moony chuckles, lifting Scroll off of her head. She tickles the paper dragon with her finger.

"How have you been, my dear Scroll?"

Just then, her belly rummbled, signalling that it is time for her to eat. She grins, patting her belly.

"Time for food!"
 
"Chiiii!" Scroll cheeped, wiggling in Moony's palm and making a sound like laughter.

When moony patted her belly, Scroll lifted from the human's hand and spiraled towards the door of the dorm, landing on the door handle.

'Mistress, mistress, hurry!'
 
Moony laughs, following her. She shoo the tiny dragon away so she can open the door with the handle, snagging up her bag off the floor. She looks into the bag and checks on the blue egg with a odd sheild pattern. She slings the bag onto her shoulder and opens the door.

"I'm going, I'm going"
 
Bernkastel flew back to her mistress. She stood outside the entrance and watched Scroll eagerly leading Moony. She blinked in confusion.
"Is something wrong, mistress Scroll?" the Magi asked, bending her head down to the hatchling's eye level.
 
Silvia stretched her wings and took off into the morning sky. She caught a small draft of hot air and, riding it, soared higher and higher above her owner. Then, she took off towards the training arena. Better warm up before the real battles...
 
"Wake up, Agira." A rough voice said.

"Shut up, Ralan! Let her sleep!" Another voice said.

"You shut up! We can't let her sleep her day away!"

Agira grumbled, half awake already.

"Look! You woke her up!"

"HAH!"

Agira opened her eyes. Neiro and Ralan was looking at her.

"Good morning, Agira." Another voice said, it was Dome.

"Mornin', Dome. Neiro, Ralan." Agira said, stood up and put on her clothes.

"Lets go to the cafeteria. Hey, wake up Starlight!" Agira poked the sleeping Gray dragon.
 
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