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[b]Z[/b]oran had made his way to the mess hall rather quickly, though his slow and confident steps would state otherwise. As he walked, he felt a yawn crawl up his throat and hit the air rather hard.  He stepped down the long row of tables tonelessly, thinking of Thora, his duties, and his mother. It had been a month or two since he had left home, now he was riding a snappy dragon in hopes of making the country better. 

[b]H[/b]e sat at a table with food already on the table. And looking off towards the recruits, reached into a bread bowl and bit into the perfectly-made bread. He chomped it twice before pausing, the essence of the bread ran on his tongue. It was delicious. Must had been Freya's cooking. With a glance he found her moving about the mess hall. She was a Dragon but she was a kind one. Even still, he was wary of her all too loving heart. She was too kind to be a beast that was stripped from her home and made to be a mount. 

[b]Z[/b]oran narrowed his eyes a bit, thinking that he should go visit Thora soon. He wondered where she was? [color=lightblue][b] "P[/b]robably off bothering someone. Getting into ... trouble,"[/color] he paused as he swung his legs under the table and stared at The First Rider across from him. The beautiful and enticing. The powerful. Melaniya. 

[b]C[/b]learing his throat, he said but one word in greeting. [color=lightblue][b] "M[/b]a'am."[/color]

[@Knight of Doom]