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Throwien hovered, most usually. They hadn't bothered sending him to a broomstick flight class, there was no point. Unlike some fey creatures, he didn't make 'flapping' noises when he flew around, he was almost entirely silent. Perhaps there was the hint of a crinkle, the faint sound of Autumn leaves being crushed underfoot or gently falling to the ground...

He was handsome, he knew it, his eyebrows were heavy and his violet colored eyes attracted many girls. He knew it was also his father's allure, as an orchid-fey he was innately sensual. He'd taken his mother's last name, since most fey didn't have any. Plus, he'd taken on her family's tartan pattern because it matched his eyes.

He spoke with a deep accent, in a quiet voice more often than not. A whisper from him can silence a room, and he's not afraid to shout as well.

He hates hiding. Whenever the accreditation authorities march through the country and root out schools to see if they're instructing the right subjects in the right quantities, pushing out the right students and not teaching non-humans... Well, he has to hide. Him and several others, usually wind up lurking in the greenhouse or past the sports field in the woods.

It rankles him, but he understands it. Perhaps some day, there will come equality again for the many Twilight species of the world. Centaurs, fairies, elves (not those hideous slave elves, he shudders to think that they gave up their very will to live without being told what to do), giants and whatever else ... They should get their say.

Perhaps, with so many House Domina students coming away from their studies not only as solid Wizards and Witches, but as dragon-riders too, there may come a time when they simply put their foot down and insist upon being heard.

He'll be right up front when that happens.

***

There were a wide variety of odd people at this hatching that Throwien was attending. A beautiful and tall elf woman paused when looking over Throwien, he chuckled to himself. That was nice, she was an immortal and doubtless thousands of years older than he was, but still he could catch her eye.

But what caught his own eye was one of the final hatchlings from Kerenenth and Arikith's nest. A bronze, hatched almost at the same time as the smallish gold queen - who he allowed to pass and choose her own bond first. How noble of him.

You know it, Sacuth bespoke into Throwien's mind. The fey lad felt a wave of hunger, relief, and pride - his dragon huffed at another hatchling as they passed, and Sacuth met up with Throwien to merely gaze directly into his eyes. Yes, indeed. Noble are we, I sense you require more than mere magic to aid you.

Throwien smiled, the dragonet knew his response even if he didn't speak it aloud: We will show the Wizarding world who can and can't be magical.

** 2025 **

They'd moved from one dimension to another, and Throwien and Sacuth knew it, in fact it was entirely possible that they'd aided in the process. Sacuth was not quite fully grown, and Throwien graduated that year, returning to help out. But also bringing news from the south of where they'd planted the House.

Wonder's Wonders had openings for professors and aides alike, so he was off - to the gentle mountains in SoCal, to the hidden magical town of Wonder. To him it was almost nothing to move from one spot on a planet to another, step through the Fey realm into another part of the world, and with his dragon he could do it for a living!

Throwien still loves plants, his parents both contribute to his class adding plants or insects, examples, and even field trip locations.

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Mates and Descendants