[b]"True form? Like a big dragon? Please tell me you're red, like on the flag of Cadwaladr! I mean, the flag of Wales."[/b] Rhiannon blurted. Every Welsh man and woman had a soft spot for dragons due to it featuring on their national flag and Rhiannon was no different. At Flint's suggestion she looked around and saw that no one, including those she presumed were older than them and had been here for longer, were in no rush to head to class.

[b]"Well it looks like attendance will be pretty low so we could skip and relax for a bit? Although it might be interesting to see what kind of classes we're going to have here..."[/b] She knew she had not really given an answer but she did not mind; she was happy either way as long as it was entertaining for her.