-[Private] Show the Wind How to Fly-

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The weak mornings first rays of sunlight were just beginning to grace the green grasses of the Academies flight training area. Location for training was usually based off of weather, or at least it was for beginners and intermediate flight trainees. The more advanced students however, they trained wherever their teachers felt they would best fit. The weather right now was what would cheerfully be called ' god awful cold'. Spring, though not far off was a notorious flirt and the coy season, though giving a few hints of her rosy cheeks, had refused to come fully into the embrace of winter and melt his icy demeanour.

There were currently a dozen or so dracons meandering about the field, all of which were presumably teachers within the Academy. Each one seemed stationed into their own particular areas, as they awaited their student morning arrival. Hopefully no one would be late this brightening. Push ups or other forms of teacher abuse likely wouldn't be pleasant in drifts of snow.

Immael had been instructed to find one Sergeant Krellious Zeyarak for instructions on how to begin his flight training. He had been described to him by the attractive desk draconess as a dracon of impressive stature and bearing, as he had a long history of military service, and training behind him. He was also described as having shining silver scales, speckled with traces of black. The desk draconess seemed to have an obvious adoration for Krellious. That final feature, his scales, is what made him easy to spot upon entrance to the flight training field.

Sergeant Krellious stood beside two large leather bags, his large, almost stocky, form was silhouetted against the suns as they began their assent. Krellious stood roughly 6'9" tall, not huge for a dracon, but not small either once one realized just how muscular his upper torso was....not to say his lower body was small, hours of forced march simply wouldn’t allow for that to happen. The Sergeant stood still, his arms crossed against his bare silver chest as he took a drag off of the pipe clinched between his hard scaled lips. Only one thing could be said for a dracon that stood bare chested in the middle of winter. He was a badass. Or crazy.

Flapping his wings lightly, more out of nervous habit then anything, one could see the cord like muscles that lie just beneath his scaled chest flex and stretch. Those muscles were nearly as thick as a normal person's forearms. They were what needed to be developed before actual flight training could begin. Krellious took the pipe out of his mouth as the younger dracon approached him, a thick gray smoke wafted up from his parted lips. “I suppose you are Mr Immael.... Well I’m Sergeant Zeyarak, and you’ve been assigned to me as a new student... obviously.” The Sergeant tapped his pipe out and replaced it to a pouch on his hip. His voice was gravelly and dry, sounding much like a bucket being kicked over a rocky shore.

“You’ve obviously shown some interest in flight training, and personally, I’d like to get right down to basics.” The Sergeant paused a moment before addressing her again. “Now do you have any questions before we begin, because after we begin, your ass is mine until you move past the basics.” The Sergeant waited for anything the younger dracon may have to say before beginning his lesson, so far, he didn’t seem that bad...

[Immael Kha'Serith]

Immael grinned, despite the chill in the air he felt good. The sargeant seemed like a gruff old curmudgeon, but nothing that wouldnt be amenable. The brute however, had to be nuts or so cold hearted that the winter air had no effect on him. Unless he'd been exercising relentlessly since this morning already. Immael flapped his wings once, lightly as an answer to the Dracon before him.

"My only question is what's in the bags? As for my hindquarters, they're eager to get to work as well. Let us delay no longer. Should I be removing my armor?"

Immael had left his weapons and head dress in his quarters, but worn his breast plate. Added weight to make his training more ruthless.