Eiro was in one of the sitting rooms, drinking a sip of tea while looking over some documents for class. He had just finished reading through one of the pages when he could hear the paws of a certain creature hitting the cobblestone road leading to the manor. It seemed larger than others of its kind, and the sound of its low breathing sounded familiar as well. It was an Aria, one of the ground dragons that was usually used to pull the carriages of nobles. They were not only stronger, but had a higher endurance than a horse, so they could be used for longer trips very easily. Not to mention, they had been bred to reveal a certain number of specific colours, so many nobles often tried to get their hands on an Aria that was the colour of their family sigil. Though this one was the exception to the rule; it was a white and gold coloured Aria, one of the rarest colours one of these weak magic beasts could be.