Mimidea

Mimiday had settled around a fire with other traveling dragon, chatting up a particular Aether who was colorful. “Hi! I'm Mimidea! You can call me Mimi! What are you doing out in these parts?”

The Aether she found jerked at the sound of her voice, tripping all the things she was holding. “AH! ARCANIST’S-” She darted back around, seeing the Obelisk right in front of her. She seemed to have a smile warmer than the nearby fire. The Aether started to calm down her heart, but was still upset.

“WH-WHO ARE YOU??”

“Mimidea, it's nice to meet you. I'm Sorry I made you drop your stuff. Here let me help.”

“N-NO! D-Don’t touch my stuff!” She quickly covered her fallen inventory with her body, eyeing the Obelisk. “Er, I can take these things myself. Nice to meet you too or whatever, Mimi.” She turned back around to collect her items.

“If you say so Pastel butterfly. You do look pretty.” Mimi giggled with no shame and swayed in the studious gown that went over her sage clothes. “How are you feeling besides startled half to death?”

The Aether grumbled with a grunt as she picked up the last of her books. “Just. . .dandy. Had to go all the way to the Tourmaline Archives just to pick up a couple books. Apparently he didn’t have them himself. . .” She mumbled the last part. “I’m fine.” With a huff, she readjusted herself and her bookbag over her shoulder, carefully around her wings. “What exactly are you doing around here? I got a little lost myself.”

“Heading home for “important news”. Maybe I'll be promoted! I'm an Ice mage number One rankings!”

This was a half hatchling. Not even a sub adult just yet. It would be a long walk. By the time she got home she would've grown up alone and fighting. “I can't wait! I wonder what they called me home for… either way! I really hope it's promotion!”

The Aether shrugged. “Meh, sounds nice. At least a lot of people are waiting for you, but whatever. I’m far too busy for things like that. Good luck on it being a promotion though. Could’ve, uh, sworn that was only for those part of The Order though. You said you were an Ice mage, right?”

“Yeah, fairly new! My parents signed me up the day I was born!”

“. . .guess they’re doing new things nowadays then. Sounds interesting.” She sighed. “I can’t be bothered to do such trivial things though.” She rolled her eyes.

The young Ice mage looked down and smiled. “Guess I'll leave you to it. Suns rising anyway.”

They scampered off after all. A grin on their face.

She was an adult now, fully capable if everything and had trained herself in a few ways to protect herself.

She found a hatchling. A Ridgeback hatchling who looked to have been there a few days and struggled to crawl.
Sweeping them into an arm. She swiftly darted to her den to feed the baby something soft and warm. Washing dust and dirt from his scales.
“I think I will call you Zenith -oh…” noticing a marking that glowed now that dust wasn’t dulling it. “Oh you are such a blessed child my lil one.”

“I will always love you. Be strong in heart, be strong. Be defiant. I will always support you.”