THE WINGS OF ZARATHUSTRA, Rafel's ruby dragon casted a vast umbra arc on the rotund arena down below. The formation of her shadow spread over the Colosseum's Populi, blocking out the roseate sun. Spools of radiance funneled through the silver clouds, and while the students of [C.A.W] in the arena cheered, Rafel looked perturbed at the two sleeping girls in the saddle with him.
"You think they'll be fine, Zara?" He asked of his dragon. No one could see his worried face this far up; the pupils of the witch academia were happily clapping away below. Zara's red wings glimmered in sunlight and her shadow on the ground cast the arena under dark spotlight.
