“Rurur“ The little Dragon wiggled while the other just kept holding them. They smelled strange and had picked the up with little warning. Though Dyrn guesses they could have squished them a lot more.

The young black mage had made it to the Fibonacci Ward for the first time. Living in the Golden Ward hadn’t afforded him many opportunities to go there since he’d arrived on the island. However, there was a certain destination that was high on his list of priorities to visit. The destination was, of course, the Spirale Metro Library. 

He’d gone to a local branch found in the Golden Ward and had even visited the Cotes Ward branch when he’d walked past it one day. But, while eating plain, healthy foods each day kept you alive and active, sometimes you needed a treat to make life worth living and this great library was going to be a dessert of prodigious proportions. 

Tral looked over the directory and, seeing it followed the same principle of the branches, quickly moved to the occult section and started to peruse to his heart’s content. He quickly glossed over any book on healing or protection, it was too much like white magic for his taste, and quickly found a book on time manipulation. The only thing better than a black belt punching a monster was a black belt punching a monster twice as much. 

Sand had ended up going back to the closest area full of the cherry blossoms, he just felt calm around that place and people tended to leave he alone for the most part. Still it wasn’t long before he was covered in petals from all of the trees around him. He must have stayed in one area for too long to have so many petals in his hair and even stuck between the feathers on his wings.

He tried to flutter his wings a little bit, but all he ended up doing was adding more petals to the air. He didn’t really mind them, but it would sure be an amusing sight to anyone passing by.