Elwisia dreaded going to the school. After all, she knew Faragalians weren't that well respected. Especially at her home village. They, well, hated her. She sighed and got out of bed, almost stepping on Dafydd. He chirped, wanting some food. "Oh, geez!" She said in Faragalian, as she held her hand over her heard at the squeak, "You scared me." The red dragon tilted his head to the side as Elwisia went to get him some meat, keeping as far from the dragon as she could. Soon afterwards, she placed him a bowl of diced meat on the floor before changing. She first put on her chemise, a white underdress, then wore a light-blue bliaut, something she made by hand, then put on a ceinture. The dress stopped at her ankles and was very plain. To her, it didn't show status, though it was elegant dispite how plain it was. At home, everyone wore it.
She packed up her journal, her clothes, and some books she was able to smuggle into the house. Then she picked up her flying lizard, held him far from the rest of her body, and attempted to place him in a fireproof container before he ran onto her shoulder. She gulped before grabbing her bag and putting on her short boots. She thenwalked out to the cart that was going to take her to the school. Elwisia was glad she was leaving. After all, most of the people there hated her.
A few hours later, she made it to the school. She got weird looks for her very Faragalian outfit. That's all she was comfortable wearing though. It was her last connection to home. To her father. If they knew that, they probably wouldn't stare. But she didn't say anything. No, she merely walked to the dorms, following a map she saw. She didn't need to be known as the clueless Faragalian. That would've been very embarrassing for her, especially with her upbringing.
She packed up her journal, her clothes, and some books she was able to smuggle into the house. Then she picked up her flying lizard, held him far from the rest of her body, and attempted to place him in a fireproof container before he ran onto her shoulder. She gulped before grabbing her bag and putting on her short boots. She thenwalked out to the cart that was going to take her to the school. Elwisia was glad she was leaving. After all, most of the people there hated her.
A few hours later, she made it to the school. She got weird looks for her very Faragalian outfit. That's all she was comfortable wearing though. It was her last connection to home. To her father. If they knew that, they probably wouldn't stare. But she didn't say anything. No, she merely walked to the dorms, following a map she saw. She didn't need to be known as the clueless Faragalian. That would've been very embarrassing for her, especially with her upbringing.