Pyr/Kiernan | Lindwyrm Hall, 3PM
"Lucy," said Kiernan, his chest puffing out a little as he said her name. He couldn't help it -- Lucy was one of the very few things in his life that gave it any worth; dragons didn't bond with humes who were despicable. They had better taste than that. "And she likes Asp-- Councilor Cassul's fruit tarts best, I have to say, but we can try your luck with anything you've got, too." A pause. "Not chocolate though."
"As for being a Rider, honestly, the best advice I can give you is this: just be the best you can be." He snorted. "Okay, now that I said that out loud, I hear how ridiculous it sounds. But, really, whatever you choose to do in the long run, just go after it with all you've got. Everything else will work itself out one way or another." His own dream of becoming a Dragon Rider died when Elwen had vanished into thin air, and it took a decade of moping with the Rangers and Bryce to resurrect the desire. That he had gotten in even after all that was a wonder Kiernan still couldn't believe. "Any class in particular you're leaning towards?"