Isabeau
Isabeau walked through a quiet street in the city of dragons, reading her dragon journal with the pace of her steps. She often lost herself in thought, day dreaming when she should be doing other things, but that was more than normal for her these days. Ever since she encountered her new friend, a white dragon with winter colors all over it's body, she hadn't been able to focus her mind anymore. Perhaps it was the excitement of finally meeting a dragon on her own, or it could be the nerve of how powerful the creature really is in person. None the less, her mind was taken away by the encounter, giving her a reason to be less focused then she already was.
The sky was bright with the late afternoon sun, casting an orange haze on the city streets below. It was getting to be later and later into the evenings before Isabeau finally left her classes to make her way home, she didn't find any rush to get there early anymore. Her steps echoed into the alleyways as she passed them, they were always vacant and open that time of night. Isa mumbled to herself, reading parts of paragraphs out loud as if to make sure she was reading them correctly. Her messenger bag was tapping against her hip as she walked, causing a rubbing sound with her movements.
"I wonder where he is right now." She finally said to herself as she looked up at the sky, the journal still residing in her hands. She hadn't seen Snowprint for a couple of days for she refused to call him 'her own' and would rather him be a dragon of freedom. It was a lonely way to do it but meeting a dragon when it was full grown it just seemed right to her. "I supposed he is off doing something more worth while, it's not like hanging around here with me is a lot of fun after all." She looked back down at the tattered book, it's pages with creases and stains from the years and it's cover, torn cloth with faded edges. The journal was one that was handed to her from Snowprint himself, it was a log of his journeys and was very important to him. She felt really good about herself that he would ask her to watch over it for him, and didn't want to let him down. Placing the book in her messenger bag she looked around to see where her feet had taken her. She more then often got lost because she wouldn't focus her mind on what she was doing and it wasn't long before she realized this was one of those times. Releasing a sigh, Isabeau gripped her shoulder strap and began trying to find something that looked familiar, something to let her know where she might have wandered off to this time.
