It was time for the ranking ceremony; however, Instructor Drakkon made no move to take attendance. He simply sat behind the desk also wearing an infuriating smile.
After a few minutes of silence, her classmates began to glance at him uneasily. Even Uriel's smile faltered.
"Instructor Drakkon," began one of the two elves. This was the golden one, Lorien. Sky thought of him like that because everything about him was golden, from his hair to his gold shining skin, and he was stunning. Instructor Drakkon looked at him. "Shouldn't you take attendance so we can go?" Lorien asked.
"Ordinarily, yes, but there is something I have to discuss with the class first and not everyone is—" The door banging open interrupted the instructor. West rushed in, and he has a slight sweaty sheen glowing on his skin.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I tried to meet you at the auditorium," he panted lightly. "I'm not too late, right?" Instructor Drakkon gave him a flat look.
