Morgana looked down at the gathered, grinning. She flattened a hand on the back of Butterfly's neck, and stood up in the stirrups of her saddle to see. Her grin widened when a red haired girl atop a brown dragon walked through the gates.
"Looks like everyone." She murmured to Butterfly, whom was already turning around, heading for the podium with the meandering flight not unlike that of her namesake. She touched down gracefully, trying to look how a headmistress' mount should, her front claws touching down to the podium. As soon as all four claws were on the ground, Morgana dropped from Butterfly's back, and took her place. Butterfly lay down behind the podium, but on the stage. Morgana smiled, but inwardly realised she only remembered the gist of her speech, and none of the actual words. She decided she would just have to make it up as she went along.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the newest year in St. George's Academy of Dragonology." She started, trying to think of more to say. Butterfly shifted a little behind her, deciding to take her own action.
{Dragons, may I have your attention.} She sent out with the telepathy afforded to all dragons, {I will be adding things to my rider's tour, things for only our kind to know, so that you all may enjoy your stay as much as your own riders do.}
"I welcome all of you, some for your arrival, and some for your returns. Namely, our truly brilliant teachers. Here at St. George's, you will learn all you will need to learn, to become the best you can be in whatever dragony field takes your fancy. Who knows, maybe we have a few of the future's headmasters in this crowd now." Morgana continued, leaning forward with her elbow on the podium.
"I'll be giving you guys a tour, starting with the dragon stables, where your dragons will be living, and staying while we handle the tour. But first, we should take a looksee at the grounds, hmm?" Morgana grinned, leaning back off the podium.
Elisa hopped off of Tom as soon as they were beyond the gates. Elisa stared into the air, holding the scruffy reins that Tom wore, watching all the dragons. She'd only ever seen pictures of dragons other than Tom in the newspaper, and the very few times a wild dragon had come close enough to civillisation that it could be seen from the farm. She'd never seen so many in one place, or so many different sorts of dragons. She was quite awestruck to say the least, since Tom had to nudge her along with his nose so that she was close enough to hear the headmistress. She listened quietly, standing near the back of the group. She looked around the group, at the dragons, and wondered if dragons had breeds, or just looked that different between them.