"Stop it! Stop it this instant!"
Things were back to normal, at least between her and Fucuello. Her and the unicorn had made pease after training over some apples, a long ride, and the agreement for Fucuello to give Angel a shot of Trista could prove that he wasn't bad. That would take a while but they still had what years left. She could get it through his thick skull by then. A content sigh escaped her, the only thing wrong right now was that her companion was getting himself soaked right before a feast, and his butt kicked by a plucky little pony. Thank God one of her gifts from Draconem had been a magic quick-dry towel that she thought she would never use.
"Fucuello, stop horsing around, we need to head down to the feast soon!" The pun would provoke his unicorn pride enough to get his attention. She was already ready. In a loose button down shirt with slightly tattered edges and rolled sleeves, skinny jeans, and tan combat boots. Trista had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail with a small clip to hold back he bangs, she didn't feel like pulling all the stops out today. She retreated inside to retrieve the towel to dry off her soaked companion, nudging aside her weapon, a Sovnya, to get to it. "Stay outside." She called to him. "So you don't track mud in here."
Once she had dried of his body and head and preened his feathers she patted his flank and headed inside. "Oh stop your pouting, your feathers will be fine. Besides water hasn't killed them before, it won't kill them now." She threw the towel on the bed and straitened herself up in the full body mirror she had hung on the opposite wall of her bed. She'd situated quite nicely to her side of the room, even though her side wasn't all that embellished yet. Living in the barn for the past few months had accustomed her to such a style. Fucuello would not take any 'strange images that watch you sleep' on his stable walls.
"K ready?" And with that she was on her way to the feast. A feast, it sounded so grand! She hadn't heard much about the decorations but what she had heard had sounded extravagant and beautiful. And everyone would be there! Trista paused, everyone would be there. The friends she had made in the past few days, already they were burrowing into her heart even thought she had known them only a few days. It was strange but exciting. Aya, Takeshi, Solara in some ways, and Angel. Speaking of Angel, I wonder if he's already at the feast? Maybe we can walk there together. and with that she was off to the boys dorm.
BlueJay
"C'mon little guy, time to eat up." BlueJay groaned and yawned but ignored Saga. He was simply too comfy and warm. Saga could go down without him. The dragon yawned again and shifted so he lay on his back with his four paws sticking in the air and fell back into slumber.
Until another rude kick awoke him. "Ready yet, Jay?"
He grumbled a "No" but rolled out his comfort and out the cold floor. A shiver ran along his scales and tingled his nose, oh he hated it when he had to wake up, it was so tiresome. The little dragon picked himself up and stretched like a cat. He was getting bigger, slowly but surely, and now almost reached Saga's knee at the shoulder. Another yawned escaped him as he hopped up Saga and onto his shoulder. BlueJay could still sit on his companion's shoulder but couldn't hide in his hood anymore, which sucked.