Ronan stared at the librarian, a couple innocent blinks mere scratches upon her stern expression. He distracted his gaze with inspecting her braided nest of a bun, the brown curls poking from its base bouncing as she spoke."That's the list hun?"Ronan bit his cheek, his fingers still splayed across the black scratches of writing painting the crumpled paper. It was the list, a list of things he needed a little more information on. But he wasn't thinking too well when he wrote zodraic batteries clear as day on it."Yeah," Ronan muttered, the last of his parched throat invading his words. "I was just looking for some books on why zodraic batteries are illegal." He handed the slip to her, the warm smile on her face allowing his voice to steady. "I was curious about their history."The librarians eyes darted down the list. "I understand, Novan technology is quite popular, especially after Runas." Her lips twitched with a somber smile, and she tucked the paper under the lip of a stack of b

Puff had gotten better after an hour, his mood still cast to the floor with a little bit of swelling under his eyes. Ronan was still carrying him while Truvius skimmed the halls for Alestra. He'd reasoned that the town wouldn't take kindly to a nomad pet, and the dragon hunter cuff hugging his wrist was a telltale sign of his origins, despite his friendly demeanor. With the way most of the school looked at Puff, Ronan couldn't help but believe his roommate's claims. After a lengthy trek through the halls, they turned to the outdoors, nearly hitting themselves when they immediately saw a chocolate haired girl sitting with a circle of friends in the grass. Most of the school's populace soaking in the breezy summer day around the vast clearing of grass. Puff rocketed out of Ronan's arms and bounded into the unsuspecting girl's lap, spooking her with a sudden fluffy package as her friends immediately glared at Ronan. He shrugged off the lack of welcoming, the sets of daggers aimed solel

Sonya snapped off the last ribbon of tape, completing her storm proof piece with an exhausted sigh. A set of steel grey eyes stared back at her through the window of sticky plastic, its awkward smile settling on thin lips to pull off your typical school photo.This particular picture had been blown up to a pixelated mess and stamped on a hundred sheets, 'MISSING' jumping in bold black letters to grab any passerby.She bit her lip, still lingering on the poor word choice.Missing was for cats and dogs.Missing was for things that didn't come back due to strange circumstances.Kidnapped was for her best friend.She squinted at the thick letters, skimming her phone number plastered at the bottom as a second punch at her idiocy. Now everybody in Iridis could blow up her phone. But she didn't exactly have a number for his uncle, and she had to sell her act.She slowly peeked over her shoulder. A couple was down the street loitering at the local cafe, one tall and lean built man rigidly hol

Ronan cradled Puff in his arms, the dragon filled with so much excitement he'd been purring all the way to their destination. Truvius had pulled ahead of the pack, cutting through the sea of whispering students that peppered the group with an even mix of judgement and praise.Word of Puff's release had spread through the schools populace faster than Ronan's unfortunate nickname, and although Truvius seemed impervious to the jabs, Veronica and Talli had faired for the worse.Veronica tugged Talli to her other side, taking the shoulder of a student passing them and nearly knocking them off their feet. The sour frown they paid her was doubled in return by a scorching scowl as she tugged Talli closer. "Are we almost there?""Couple minutes," Truvius replied, swerving around a set of students that hadn't bothered to move from the center of the hall. "I was expecting worse honestly.""Worse?" Ronan scoffed, his growl lightening as he caught some of Jade's friends waving their group good luc

Ronan had himself awkwardly sprawled across the bed, arms stretched to flatten a spare scrap of parchment on the corner of his nightstand. Aimlessly tapping his lip with the butt of his pen as all the ways he could have worded his letter escaped him. He had briefly recapped his stay at Cobalt to his self proclaimed uncle, but before he could end the note with a sagging signature, Phantom popped up the idea of begging for illicit artifacts again.Now, torn between the unlikely chance of getting what he wanted, and banking on the bliss of ignorance his uncle would tack to him when he asked for the object, Ronan was at an utter loss for what to write.He tried to imagine the situation as if he was back home. Opening his front door to face the towering man, his flowing clothes just as colourful as his personality, and the little blue car he swerved about the roads on parked right on the lawn. What would he do if Ronan opened that door with a stiff smile and asked for drug money?Ronan bit