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the school year was over. the academy was closing for a year, maybe longer.
  sirocco was flying home. his dark satchel was hanging around his neck, the curves in his crest helping to keep it in, for the most part, the same place. it had quills, ink, a few scrolls, memories, and more. it was an academy-issued bag with a grey metal piece keeping it closed.
the sandwing-icewing's pale blue eyes scanned the barren landscape below. he had flown over desert many a time. he lived between the kingdoms of sand and ice, in a place that was covered with sand, yet it snowed around the winter. he'd seen his parents, aniu and taupe once during the school year over winter break. and now he was returning home once again. more permanently. sirocco looked down, his temporary isolation sinking in. he had made friends at jade mountain academy, like pineapple and axolotl the rainwings, tidepool the seawing, dreamkiller the older nightwing.
dreamkiller.
  sirocco thought of her like his second big crush. in reality, she was more like the hundredth. but she was easily his best friend at the academy, and pineapple was in their mini clique, though less prominent. one day, dream up and left. no one knew why. if the teachers did, they kept their mouths shut. sirocco thought it might've been because of the short-tempered red skywing falcon. she was always getting dragonets into fights, like rind and dream. falcon and the nightwing had multiple fights, sirocco being witness to some. they got bloody, sometimes. he remembered the worst one, when dreamkiller wore a half-mask of bandages over her beaten face. after she left, sirocco was painting in the art room, and a group of dragons came in to work, too. he dramatically painted a portrait of his "love", while to his right, falcon painted herself mauling dreamkiller viciously. closer to the end of the year, sirocco talked a little to falcon while she sketched in the main hall, but his invisible hackles were raised. tension buzzed between them like shocks of lightning, striking sirocco more than the unpredictable skywing.
  but it all was over. chaotic cooking, chatting, classes, leaves in the fall. a sigh escaped the flying dragon as he flapped his blue wings, warm wind battering his scales, welcome after life in the mountains. it had only been a day since it closed officially - he had hung back for a while with other dragonets -, but he missed it so much. he almost felt tears, but he pushed them down like the desert would for him. he had made friends, acquaintances, enemies, and he would miss them all.
  sirocco looked at the blue and tan horizon.
  maybe he'd visit them.

Description
the school year was over. the academy was closing for a year, maybe longer.
  sirocco was flying home. his dark satchel was hanging around his neck, the curves in his crest helping to keep it in, for the most part, the same place. it had quills, ink, a few scrolls, memories, and more. it was an academy-issued bag with a grey metal piece keeping it closed.
the sandwing-icewing's pale blue eyes scanned the barren landscape below. he had flown over desert many a time. he lived between the kingdoms of sand and ice, in a place that was covered with sand, yet it snowed around the winter. he'd seen his parents, aniu and taupe once during the school year over winter break. and now he was returning home once again. more permanently. sirocco looked down, his temporary isolation sinking in. he had made friends at jade mountain academy, like pineapple and axolotl the rainwings, tidepool the seawing, dreamkiller the older nightwing.
dreamkiller.
  sirocco thought of her like his second big crush. in reality, she was more like the hundredth. but she was easily his best friend at the academy, and pineapple was in their mini clique, though less prominent. one day, dream up and left. no one knew why. if the teachers did, they kept their mouths shut. sirocco thought it might've been because of the short-tempered red skywing falcon. she was always getting dragonets into fights, like rind and dream. falcon and the nightwing had multiple fights, sirocco being witness to some. they got bloody, sometimes. he remembered the worst one, when dreamkiller wore a half-mask of bandages over her beaten face. after she left, sirocco was painting in the art room, and a group of dragons came in to work, too. he dramatically painted a portrait of his "love", while to his right, falcon painted herself mauling dreamkiller viciously. closer to the end of the year, sirocco talked a little to falcon while she sketched in the main hall, but his invisible hackles were raised. tension buzzed between them like shocks of lightning, striking sirocco more than the unpredictable skywing.
  but it all was over. chaotic cooking, chatting, classes, leaves in the fall. a sigh escaped the flying dragon as he flapped his blue wings, warm wind battering his scales, welcome after life in the mountains. it had only been a day since it closed officially - he had hung back for a while with other dragonets -, but he missed it so much. he almost felt tears, but he pushed them down like the desert would for him. he had made friends, acquaintances, enemies, and he would miss them all.
  sirocco looked at the blue and tan horizon.
  maybe he'd visit them.