Meeting. [Mitchel Greath]

[Arrow]

For once, Lady Aster was the one late.

A pile of books under one arm and a pained, weary grimace on her face, she stalked briskly through the halls of the castle, shaking her head at students that stopped to ask her questions. She was late; at something as important as this, being late made her reasonably irritable. Her excuse for being so wasn't that fantastic, either- she had paused to try and aid a struggling phoenix guardian balance a small flame for more than three seconds. Bah.

Taking the last small staircase at what would have been a jog for her, she rounded the corner and slowed her pace, having spotted the student in question standing outside of her office, looking a tad bit lost.

"Ah, you're here, good," she said, moving past him to open the door. She forced a small grin, and noted that he had, as instructed, brought the egg. Good; things needed to get going.

"Go on in and have a seat, if you will."

[Mitchel Greath]

Mitchel normally wasn't one to be scared, but when it came to adults, especially those in high power, he got a little nervous. The wait reminded him of his first discipline at his village, waiting for the elders punishment. It wasn't too severe, but the thought that he did something wrong always got him worried. When he arrived at the door, Lady Aster wasn't there. Or at least she didn't answer the door. He sat on the floor by the door, knees up to his face, wondering why he was there.

His thoughts started with the possibility he was in trouble. He didn't do anything since he got here though, besides go to the ball, so he ruled that one out. After a couple ludicrous thoughts, he came up to the only reasonable explanation. He was getting kicked out. Maybe his orientation offended his roommates, and they felt too uncomfortable to be there with him. Better lose one student then three apparently. As the thought came to him, tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to hide them as soon as the instructor came in. He sighed to himself as he grabbed his egg and walked inside the room. He sat on a comfy chair, not that it made much of a difference. As it was, he was probably here to turn in the egg and get escorted out. "How long do I have to get my belongings around?" He asked her, not allowing her to speak first. It may have seemed a little rude and unlike him, but Mitchel was too upset to care.

[Arrow]

Lady Aster glanced up at him in faint interest. "To get your belongings- why? Are you going somewhere?"

Far too disgruntled to be bothered with explaining his purpose in being here, the Head Guardian took a seat behind her desk and motioned for the boy to place his egg on the table. Pulling out a clean sheet of parchment so hurriedly that she nearly upset the ink bottle on her desk, she twice tapped her quill thoughtfully before scribbling something down. She then reached again for her drawer, this time producing a small, crystal vial containing a pale amethyst liquid which she then uncorked and very unceremoniously dripped a spot onto the object of attention.

As it were common, there was the faintest of pauses before anything happened, a break in which the Guardian stole another few seconds to again write something down. She glanced up when there was a defining crack, and a fissure split down the middle.

Having no idea in what the least to expect, she remained where she was, one brow raised as she watched with unveiled interest. The egg made no further progression, however, and remained quite still for at least a solid minute. It was around this time that Lady Aster began to have her suspicions, but by the time she had figured it out, it was far too late.

With a sound much like shattering glass the egg suddenly burst outward, shards of shell rocketing out to where the two humans sat. With a very uncharacteristic gasp, the Phoenix Guardian rocked dangerously far back in her chair, shielding her face with her free hand as pebble-sized chunks clinked off of her spectacles. Her desk was again littered with the remnants of the egg, and when she stood to brush pieces off of her robes, her heel crunched on some scattered across the floor.

The creature that sat in the midst of a rubble was a deep, brilliant gold; from trusting, blue eyes it gazed briefly around the room, settling on the Greath boy. Small, inexperienced wings lay open at its sides and highlighting its eyes were designs of vibrant blue- it meekly tested its tail, this time being successful in overturning Aster's inkwell.

"A dragon; congratulations," Aster said distantly- in all honesty, she was delighted for the boy, but more concerned on other matters, such as both the creature's egg dissolving to water and the spilled ink ruining her desk. "It's a girl, by the way; do you have a name for her, by chance?"

[Mitchel Greath]

Mitchel was about to explain his reasoning for gathering his belongings, but Lady Aster cut right to the point. At first, when the instructor dripped the liquid onto the egg, he didn't know what to feel. Should he be happy that the egg might progress from it's first stage? Or is she going to dissolve the egg, not wanting Mitchel to be a guardian? The suspense nearly choked him to death, and he finally let out a huge breath when nothing changed. Maybe it was all a rouse to see how he would react in an unknown situation. A test, if you will.

But no. The egg made a loud sound, almost a snap, and a crack traveled through the egg. It stayed like that for a moment, and he looked to Lady Aster with a questioning gaze. Before he could voice his opinion, however, the egg shattered, and hit him and Lady Aster. Apparently the teacher wasn't expecting this, as she got up and crunched another piece. When he wiped the shells off his face, the sight he saw was simply amazing.

Sitting on the table, where the egg was just moments before, there stood a brilliant dragon. The body was mostly a deep, shining gold except for around the eyes where beautiful designs of blue highlighted the icy stare that traveled the room. He smiled a bit as the wings stretched out, and his tail knocked over the inkwell.

"A name?" He asked, foolishly. How could such a creature not have a name? Before finding it a name, the dragon walked over to Mitchel and it's eyes seemed to smile. Such amazing blue eyes should not be ignored. Besides the eyes, nobody should ever be able to forget the shining blue designs that highlighted them. Looking more to the dragon than Lady Aster, he said, "Aquarius." The dragon, now named Aquarius, seemed to like his name with a passion. Mitchel smiled when Aquarius jumped on top of his shoulders. "Thank you Lady Aster." He said with a smile as he exited the room. His journey is now starting to take shape.