Lightturner stepped backwards, confused. "What? I thought you signed me up!" They glanced at Swiftspeaker. She looked as confused as Lightturner felt. Their mother waved her talon dismissively. “I was going to, and then we realized that you would be in danger. “However, if you took 10 guards, and perhaps 5 servants, we would let you go.” Lightturner gasped. Their mother had never made them take that many guards with them. Usually it was only 5. /I guess that the other 11 tribes are probably dangerous or something./ They thought. “I…” They started to say, but Nebula started to walk away, her long cape trailing behind her. “Think about it overnight!” Lightturner was left with about 10 guards and 10 servants bowing in front of them. /If I could go to a school for normal dragons, perhaps it would be worth it./
Sorry it's short.
