thursday - 8 am

The night had been cold, and the morning was even colder, as a freshly wind sweeped through the streets. Not many were up already in this beautiful big city of Riwerside, but a little blackhaired girl wandering on with nothing but simple garnics on her back, and a hope in the brown eyes. She walked down the alleys and knew these quaters as her back pocket by now, avoiding all traffic, as not everyone trusted her yet. She was still a Sha'dra, a girl from the south, and her shoes which were old, but still held better than much of the other clothes she had was to good a qality to be her own, unless you knew that those boots were only made one place, and thats in the tribe country to the south. She had been living as an errand girl for a couple of years now, and finally she were 15, and could afford to pay the school for books, and food not to mention a bed. She had only a single pair of clothes other than this, which she would use to fine parties maybe school if they demanded it. She wanted to be a dragonrider, and nothing should stop her from doing just that.
Finally she stood by the entrance her head filled with thoughts and doubts. She closed her brown eyes looked down herself, and muttered. her shirt were brown and simple, just like her leggings, with pieces of cloth patched over so she could hold the warmth for the holes. Another wind came by and polayed with her hair not noticing the chill that came down her spine. It was way to cold for her up here, but if that what it took to be a dragonrider, she could live with the sun being so far away, like today.
Many from here would call it a beautiful day, but Dawn didn't notice before she opened the huge gate. At once she stopped and gasped without taking her eyes from the flowers and grass. She had seen such things before, but never so many beautiful flowers at once, and back home it had been desert, so she still was fascinated by such normal things as flowers.