Post by Sylph on Aug 1, 2009 9:55:36 GMT -5
Well, it was time for class. The deputy headmistress had spent a great deal of time and energy in procuring today’s subject matter, and she hoped it would be worth it. There was no use in hunting down a dozen vicious creatures if only two people showed up. Having said that, however, Sylph was half-expecting only a couple of students to turn up – she had been gone for a while, after all, and there had been no classes in her absence. Still, she was back with a bang today.
Wyverns. In a large glass cage on the shores of the shining lake there sat twelve of the little dragon-like critters, hissing and spitting at each other. It wasn’t that they were territorial, more that their natures dictated aggressive behaviour. They had long necks, barbed tails and scales that shone like glacier ice. Unsurprising, perhaps, considering that they were frost wyverns, originating from the mountains to the north. They were distinctly different from dragons, though many people mistook them for young of the other reptiles. Sylph hoped that her class – should they turn up – would love them as much as she did.
She took out her wand and conjured several sets of vials – poison antidotes that had been prepared earlier and until now kept in the dungeons. Wyvern stings could be pretty nasty – not lethal, necessarily, but certainly incapacitating. Sylph didn’t want anyone paralysed and eaten if she could help it.
Placing her hands behind her head, the violet haired witch turned round to make sure everything was as it should be, and awaited her potentially non-existent students.
Wyverns. In a large glass cage on the shores of the shining lake there sat twelve of the little dragon-like critters, hissing and spitting at each other. It wasn’t that they were territorial, more that their natures dictated aggressive behaviour. They had long necks, barbed tails and scales that shone like glacier ice. Unsurprising, perhaps, considering that they were frost wyverns, originating from the mountains to the north. They were distinctly different from dragons, though many people mistook them for young of the other reptiles. Sylph hoped that her class – should they turn up – would love them as much as she did.
She took out her wand and conjured several sets of vials – poison antidotes that had been prepared earlier and until now kept in the dungeons. Wyvern stings could be pretty nasty – not lethal, necessarily, but certainly incapacitating. Sylph didn’t want anyone paralysed and eaten if she could help it.
Placing her hands behind her head, the violet haired witch turned round to make sure everything was as it should be, and awaited her potentially non-existent students.