Snippet #1394457

"Well." Began Morgana, gesturing around the grounds. "The first thing you've probably noticed is: the grounds are quite big. Look at your dragons in context of the size of the grounds. The grounds are this size to give the dragons plenty of room to move around. Now if you'll follow me..." She stepped down off the podium, and looked pointedly at Mikulas. "We'll prove you right, off to the stables!" Morgana marched off at the head of the group.
{When we get to the stables, my rider will explain how good they are to your riders, while I explain to you how they can be opened, in case of an emergency.} Explained Butterfly to the other dragons. Soon enough, the group walked up to the building.
"Up there, is where you come in if you're flying in. It can be locked up, but we tend not to do that without legitimate concern for the dragon's safeties." Morgana grinned, gesturing to a platform above everyone's heads as the walked through the archway at the bottom.
{A good swoop can get you through the archway down here if that's shut, but if the need is that great, and you're that strong, the doors can be broken down.} Butterfly added, gently. She and Morgana led the group within the stables. Looking into the stables provided views of almost cave like features, perfect for dragons, and attesting that this was one of the buildings built into the mountains.
"These stalls are built to mimic a dragon's natural sleeping place, a cave system. Some dragon breeds live in slightly different habitats, so that's why we have different levels. Each level represents a different habitat. Mind you, these stalls also made with riders in mind, with flat floors so a rider carrying tack isn't in as much danger of falling." Morgana explained, gesturing to the different parts of the stables. She caught Butterfly's reins, and showed the newer-to-this students how to stable their dragons, telling everyone to do so, so they could continue the tour inside.

Elisa listened intently, hardly understanding a word, but still slightly in awe of the school. She followed close behind the headmistress, Mrs. Drake, she assumed. Unless she was Professor Drake, which she might have been, Elisa was sure she could remember some of the other staff being called professor. Tom raised his eyebrow at the female dragon when she explained she was going to show them how to escape if they wanted. What if there was a dragon that didn't like it's owner? But, Tom kept his stony silence, still in a bit of a huff. He felt Elisa tug on his reins in the stables, and noticed that the head was showing the riders how to stable their beasts. Elisa, on the other hand, wasn't paying as much attention, as she built up her courage.
"Excuse me?" She asked, continuing when Mrs./Professor Drake looked over. "Do dragons have breeds? What breed is Tom?" Elisa inclined her head towards the brown dragon beside her. Mrs./Professor Drake looked at Tom, and he tried to stand proud and tall.
"He's your average Western Red, methinks." Mrs./Professor Drake answered, grinning. Elisa raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"But he's brown." Elisa stated, wondering vaguely if the headmistress was colourblind. Mrs./Professor laughed quietly, and goodnaturedly.
"Yes, the name is rather misleading, Western Reds that are actually red are in fact very rare. St. George rode one." Mrs./Porfessor Drake explained.