#fledglingartisan

"Ahh Bravad! It is good to see you!"

Tomas brightened somewhat when he saw his student was around. However, there was still a level of dejection to take note of on his expression. Tomas did try to hide it, but given Bravad had been around him a while he might pick up on the fact Tomas was putting on something of a brave face. Who knew how well it was working.

"I've been well...ok mostly just been trying to think on a new song. I've got a huge performance coming up soon but...the ideas are struggling to surface. But, don't worry! I've got it all under control!"

Tomas gives a small wink to seem more confident than he actually was. He was pretending right now, wearing a mask to hide how worried he truly was deep down. Something he tended to do a lot.

The wolf turned around, and upon seeing who it was, their face lit up, their ears perked up completely and they ran up and gave the dragon a big hug. They spun around, so excited to see their friend.

{♚}—; Malefor had found great company in the servant he'd made for himself, and he did all without harming a single scale on his head. His spells had done all the work for him, as Bravad was under his control and taking care of all the tidying around the place.

Though he had plans for him, he didn't go through all the trouble of capturing him just to have what is essentially a butler. In time he hoped he could encourage him into the more dark arts alongside him, make an ally out of him too.

Upon getting up after committing hours to some of his own work in dark magic, he exited his quarters and saw none other than the dragon sleeping against the wall. Seemingly too tired to make it to his bed, no doubt.

Malefor had to admit, he did an excellent job however and that was admirable. He could tell he'd likely been sleeping here for a long time already, so the dragon felt no reason not to wake him. So the dragon after moving some of his cleaning items out of the way, nudged him with is claws but made sure not to scratch him. "It's time to get up, Bravad."

{♚}—; Nestor made his way through the hallway of one of the larger Artisan castles, it had been a fairly eventful day around the homeworld though nothing terribly difficult or stressful. He’d visited a few of the other dragons and even got to see Spyro hanging out with a few friends earlier.

But now he was heading over to see someone, and upon his arrival to where he knew he liked to hang out he saw him in the meadows next to some of the bleating sheep. The green dragon approached, it didn’t look like Bravad had noticed him yet so he called out. “Good morning Bravad.” He said simply, as a way to welcome him though he wondered what he was doing over here near the sheep.

“Gah... Where the hell am I?”

Sam looked around at his surroundings.  The wolf had absolutely no idea how he ended up in the land of dragons.  He felt incredibly out of place, especially with the other dragons looking at him with odd looks.  He placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and hunched over to keep himself more hidden.

Unfortunately, the wolf didn’t see a small red dragon carrying a few boxes walking in the opposite direction of him, and he accidentally bumped into him.  Sam fell flat on his belly, turning to see the dragon he bumped into falling over.  Quickly, they rushed to help the dragon out.

{♚}—; In all his many years as a wish dragon, this was something he never expected to see. Another dragon, not quite like himself but looked very different from how he appeared given that this dragon had scales and wings while he didn’t need them, given his magic and he also had fur instead. 

This left him speechless, he didn’t think he’d see another dragon especially not one who wasn’t a wish dragon like him and not only that this place didn’t look familiar at all. He found himself being distracted by his surroundings.

Tomas himself was doing his work alone within his study. He was tuning his lute while trying to think on a new song he was making. Being a bard was much harder than people tended to think. It took a lot of time and effort to prepare for a performance and often came with writer's block. Tomas had been in this state struggling to find something to stir his creative mind. Often in times like this the bard tended to leave to go somewhere in the hopes something outside could provide this spark. But, he didn't have to energy for that right now.

"Sigh...I simply cannot think of anything. The words are a mash within my head. If only something could bring out that fire. Hmm...I could ask Bravad but...he is still new I don't want to put pressure on him."

Song

“Just you wait Darius! My next performance will be a thousand times better than yours! You may think I didn’t notice that joke you snuck in there about bards. But, I did! I saw it! Calling my stories too overdone? Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could have sworn you used the same plot point in your last production. Honestly, calling me overdone? I mean, come on...”

Tomas didn’t really hate Darius, he was simply playing up the drama. Both dragons were lovers of attention. And nothing was more exciting than to see than a rivalry. It pushed Darius and Tomas to work harder, so that they could bring out the best in one another. Such determination could not be matched.

The main problem was, Tomas was stumped. He couldn’t think of anything. At times like this, Tomas would turn to Spyro or another for some help. No one was around at the moment though or was there?