<span style="color: #9C9C9C"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">“Oh I'm sorry for I am not the women you are to be thanking my name is Teresa and this is my fathers pet Razor".</span></span></span></span><br/><br/>Wide-eyed, Motto straightened up and blinked at her.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> “Teresa..I am Mot—“ </span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #9C9C9C"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Welcome to Dragonopia. I hope that you enjoy my lessons and enjoy the dragon that you will receive. Have you finished your homework?"</span></span></span></span><br/><br/>The young man pivoted abruptly to face the small woman who had been speaking with Gypsy man and bowed again; this time much lower.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Thank you.  I will do my very best for you!  I’m a hardworker, LoreMaster.”</span></span>Rising up, Motto produced the paper he had filled out during the briefing and held it out to his new teacher.  She looked about his age, but the way she carried herself and spoke was like a wise and fine lady.  He wasn’t sure, but Motto guessed that she was royalty of some kind.  Her dress was beautiful and well-kept, her smile was real pretty, and the lady was a teacher of Dragon Riders!  Unless she one of the cave queens he learned about?  No no.. this woman was probably<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">queen</span></span></span>of the cave queens.  The Princess of Dragon Riders.  Something wonderful like that probably.  He would make sure to pay attention to everything she said and obey quickly.<br/><br/>The young hunter had noticed the other young female’s signal to him and when she shared her idea about saving money and spending money, he was thrilled.  Motto wasn’t feeling confident about making the right decisions and dug a fistful of coins from his moneybag and moved closer to the idea girl.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #008000">“Ok, here is my money!”</span></span>His grin was a nervous one, and Motto glanced at the tall man standing there with his arms crossed.  He looked tough and interesting.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“I’m Motto.  Hello.” </span></span>He bowed quickly to the tall, white-haired warrior.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/hvrXNnG.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>With a deep inhale, the young man turned and strode purposefully into the shop’s depths; he was intimidated beyond belief.  Obtaining market goods wasn’t his strong suit, and he often forgot essential things even after doing his best to remember everything he needed.  As far as he understood for Dragon Academy, Motto was being given a wagon with many things in it..most of which he didn’t understand the purpose for but he would receive them with gratitude and do as he was told.  And so the wild-haired man went about gathering buckets, blankets, and baskets.  Even though Motto was able to make his own buckets and baskets, he ordered them but he didn’t bother with a table or chairs.  His own home lacked those things as well as a bed.  Biting his lip, Motto decided to add a bed to his order.  He wanted it for his dragonling.  But then again, what if he spoiled the creature with too many soft luxuries?  He scratched the bed off his list and resolved to take care of his dragonling like how he’d seen animals do it.<br/><br/>A trickle of self doubt played at the back of the hunter’s mind while he continued to look around and pick through things.  His own parents hadn’t wanted to bother with him.  He couldn’t even remember his mother’s face.  The woman who raised him wanted very little to do with Motto and sent him out to play more often than not.  He might not do well taking care a baby of any kind.  Then again, he turned out alright so his dragon would turn out alright too!  With that, the man shopped with renewed vigor; collecting a few nice wooden bowls and spoons, a medicine kit, matches, fishing line, rope, a large pot, and tons of dried meat and fruit.  The axes caught his eye, and Motto groaned in delight.  Those were MUCH nicer than the stone he used to break timber apart with.  He selected the biggest one.  Motto thought about what a young dragon might need or enjoy, and it occurred to him that his might want to chew on something as wolf pups did.  It just so happened that he was standing near a case with several sculptures; many of them made of wood.  He choose a beautiful one of a woman in long robes with her hair covered.  He’d call her “mother” and she’d be the perfect thing to help his dragonling cut it’s first teeth.<br/><br/>It was then Motto heard the Dragon Princess speaking,<span style="color: #9C9C9C"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"><span style="font-style: italic">"Students, as soon as you are done, please go to the meeting room. I'd like to start the final meeting of the day. Tomorrow will be as busy if not not busier than today. I will see you in the meeting room."</span></span></span></span>Motto needed to hurry!  At the counter, he noticed the gypsy man had been replaced by a woman.  Cringing, Motto forced himself to approach.<span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> “Yes.. I’d like to pay for.. all of this.”</span></span>He set his list down and averted his gaze.  “What is your price, sir?”<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Whatever it costs..take it.”</span></span>He pushed his entire bag of money towards the maiden and quickly left the store.  With a  racing heart, Motto held his knees and panted for a minute before he was able to return to the Dragon’s Inn.