The Writer's Café

Irin watched Star's dragons. Nearby, a gaurdian dragon kept her eyes on the girl. She paced back and forth, letting out a jet of fire occasionally. She was much more experianced.


In the sky, above Star and his dragons, a Skywing and Canopy were practicing arial movements. The canopy was older, but the young skywing had no trouble keeping up with her.
 
The Dragons were young and had low experience, but Star trained hard with flight. The target weren't very fast, and the same size as an average dragon.
 
The girl noticed the Guardian watching her, and she walked up to it calmly. She started making strange snorting noises and waving her arms in a hypnotic pattern. The Guardian began copying her movements, but used it's wings instead of hands. When the strange ritual seemed to finally be over, the Guardian dragon suddenly blew a jet of flames into her face. Instead of burning her, the flames surrounded her, but the girl didn't even flinch. This was all part of the ritual, and the girl stood, and gently blew on the flames, making them bigger. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and the flames died as if they had never been there, not even leaving a line of burnt grass. The Guardian dragon nodded at the girl with respect. While everybody watched the girl, their eyes full of suspicion, she explained her strange behavior. "It is a ritual performed by dragons, and it means 'I am not your enemy.'"
 
Irin yawned and stretched. Behind her, a spring seasonal nudged her, then motioned for her to get on. Irin sighed, got on her back, and was launched in the air.
 
Irin motioned for the spring dragon to land by the girl, which she did. "I thought I told you to stay away." She rested her hand on the hold of her sword.
 
"And I thought you didn't like magic," Irin said bitterly. She didn't like this spell. It was unnatural. Where was the energy comming from that could sustain this spell? It had to be a tremendous source. Irin knew she could never do it. There was much she couldn't do because she didn't have enough energy. Irin tightened her grip on her sword.
 
The girl painfully pulled the arrow out of her heart, and glared at Star. The area where the arrow hit her quickly healed, and there was jagged pink scar. The girl went to change her shirt, which was covered in blood.


out

btw the girl isnt me lol idk who i am... the girl is just a mysterious character

btw do u think the healing thing is op? even though EVERYBODY heals? cuz if it is i will get rid of it

in
 
"Depending on how you look at it, this can be called a curse. Lift this or I will kill you repeatidly." He laughs, enjoy the exploitations.
 
The girl quickly moves away from the sword, and took out her dragon scale. It was something she had earned while living with the dragons, after she proved herself to be strong enough. She used the scale as a shield, holding it up, ready to protect herself.
 
-out-

It seems everything was already explained. So...-insert what they said here.

-in-

For the moment, Irin forgot about the girl and rushed to Gloomi's side. "What happened? What did you hurt?"
 
Oog**

Got it

BiC**

GlooMi lay kneeling in the cold green grass, black blood bubbling from her various wounds. She lay there gasping, her large violet eyes shining in the starlight. She stretched her hands out, one to Star, and one to Irin.

"Please," she whispered, fingers shaking
 
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