Naurji

Many moons have passed, many Lost Ones have left and new ones have arrived in search of a better life. You gaze into a shattered mirror, a gift from one of the Spirited Ones yesterday. You don't think you'll ever get used to the gifts that they bring you, as an Almighty Mentor, but they aren't awful in the slightest. Despite the many coats that layer the other Almighty Mentors, you've opted for nearly none, finding it hard to do much in their draping cloths.

"Naurji?"

You turn around to see who's now at the entrance of the hollow, blinking in the surprisingly bright morning light. It's Vykos, a relatively new Spirited One. With a heart of gold, you might add. Letting out a chirrup, you beckon her in with a twitch of your wings.

"I don't mean to intrude, but the clan is waiting for your lesson." She said, a tad bit hesitantly. "Suriya's just given his, and nearly everyone is asleep."

You nod, giving a small stretch. Suriya's lessons were a bit... boring, to say the least. In your opinion, though you couldn't speak for the others. You knew that your old professor's lessons put you straight to sleep, anyway. Goodness, you can barely remember a time when you were a human. It was so long ago, and this body fit you so much better than the bulking one you were forced into for most of your life.

"I'm nearly asleep as well." You giggle. "Are there any updates about the Wolf Pack down in the Frozen Sanctum?"

"No, nothing so far. They've sent small tokens out of the generosity of their own hearts, but besides that, no contact." Vykos frowned.

"Alright. And that new package that came in? Scrolls?" You slip past Vykos, into the warm air. Vykos often informed you about what was happening in the clan, but besides that, you two were friendly.

"Scrolls, yes. Twelve I believe, all coming from trade. Six gems per scroll, a steal for the information locked inside." Vykos prompted said. "Or, that's what Troy said."

"Troy got more scrolls?" You pause, dipping your head to a Wise One, Minya, who was lazing out in the sun. "He spent 72 gems on scrolls? Goodness, we were saving those."

Vykos leads you outside of the main camp, towards a sunny clearing. Every day was like this, you would give your lesson and let the others ask as many questions as they pleased, about the outside world and what it meant to explore everything around them. It's how the Nightdragon Lair kept moving forward, by using the new knowledge gifted to them in an appropriate way.

"Hello, everyone!" You clasped your claws together, settling down on a log. "Now, who would like to begin with the first question?"