Ansel jerked awake at Taunie's voice. He had dozed off to sleep a bit longer, but she had other plans. He grumbled a little, turning around and letting out a long yawn. "Why'z it godda be zo ea'ly..." He mumbled through the door, though there was no answer. Taunie had probably already started preparing for their trip. It took the man the full ten minutes to even leave his room. The first five were spent still in bed, then another two sitting on the edge, and finally the last three getting dressed and making sure his hair was still nice and spiky. Bed hair, for him, meant it would stick flat against his head. Valier on the other hand didn't need any time to prepare. So he stayed in bed for the full 10 minutes before stretching, jumping off and putting on his vest.

Soon the two were sitting in the train. Ansel didn't like it, but not because of anything like car sickness. He just didn't like the atmosphere in trains. It made him a little jittery. So to try to keep his mind off he looked out the window. For a while they stayed like that, though then Taunie spoke up. A question about his dragon parent. Something he wasn't used to. Most people just went 'dragon slayer means powerful destructive magic!' never wanting to know more about the subject.

"Hm? Oh...well, most people don't ask so I didn't think of talking about Galzra." He began. "But I don't mind talking about him. He was great you know." A small smile apeared on Ansel's lips as his thoughts went back to the time with his stepfather. "He was strict and unyielding. Yet at the same time he could be very aloof and lazy. For instance, one of his motto's was that mornings were for sleeping and eating, and nothing more. So he only trained me in the afternoon and evening, and we always slept until 10 or 11 am before even thinking about breakfast." He grinned widely. "I guess I still have problems with mornings because of that." Returning to a normal smile he continued, his eyes turning to the window again to look at the scenery. "As for how we met, well...I was four years old I believe. And my parents were attacked by something or other while travelling between towns. Apparently they were traders. But I don't remember anything of the attack or much of what happened before that. I just have some vague memories of my original parents left. Anyway Galzra found me and raised me like his own son from that time on."

The man sighed, still smiling a little at the memories he had from his time with the dragon. "Well, I tend not to dwell on my original parents. I think they were great people, but in the end I barely knew them. I kinda see Galzra more as my parent than them."