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him
not unkindly.  “I believe we still have several courses to go.” 
    Sheepishly Ramaeka slowed down
enough to chew three times before swallowing.
    “Of course you must be
half-starved, after such a long day,” Isahn grinned wickedly at him.
    Ramaeka looked up at the dragon
shyly, if he had wanted to the dragon could have had him in terrible trouble by
now.  Spying on the Conclave was illegal and severely punished with
imprisonment or banishment to the wavaki borders.
    “Thanks,” he said softly. 
    “Don’t worry about it youngling.”
    The two of them applied
themselves to their meals, sharing only polite conversation until the last
course when the subject of humans came up at the next table over.  Ramaeka
watched as Isahn listened to the debate quietly.
    “What does the word sentient mean
sir?”
    Isahn glanced down at him.
    “It means that they are like us,
they think things through and create new things.  It also means that like us
they can be destructive too.”
    “I think I’d like to meet one,”
Ramaeka said absently, then he flinched looking up at the dragon nervously.
    “You’re very curious aren’t
you?”  Luckily Isahn seemed amused rather than angry.
    “My father says too much,” he admitted,
there was something sympathetic about Isahn that made you trust him
completely.  “But I like learning, there’s not really much to do up here except
fight, patrol and do what you’re told.  I think I would go crazy if I had
nothing left to learn, and it’s a good idea to stay ahead of the rest if you’re
small like me.  I wish I could learn more magic and more about the worlds
outside Amaria.”
    Isahn watched him intently now,
holding his eyes with his own, Ramaeka felt as if he was looking into his very
mind. 
    “What magic have you learnt?”
    “The basic stuff, the magic we
need to survive like making fire and tracking and fighting magic.  And some
stuff I’m not supposed to know like how to change the colour of something and
how open locks and how to turn a difficult baby at birth.”
    Isahn blinked at that.  Ramaeka
felt himself blushing
    “It was in one of the books I
read.”
    Isahn grinned.  “Your name is
Ramaeka isn’t it?  Earth god in High Amarian.  Well little earth god, you are
rather intelligent for one of Ramanae’s brood.”
    He leaned closer to Ramaeka.
    “You may be interested to know
that I have recently started a school for talented children.  At the moment we
have thirty students, most your age or a little older.  If you ever need a
place to stay, you will be most welcome there and you will be under my
protection.”
    “Thank you sir,” Ramaeka mumbled
shyly.
    “You are absolutely welcome
Ramaeka,” Isahn nodded at him then stood as the other guests began to make
their way out of the hall.  Ramaeka watched him stride way in confusion, his
mind racing with everything the dragon had said.
    A hand fell onto his shoulder,
glancing up he looked into the cold eyes of his father.  “Did he say anything
of importance to you boy?”
    “No sir, we just talked about the
weather and he asked me about what I had learned in magic and stuff,” Ramaeka
tried to swallow the lump in his throat as his father tightened his hold on his
shoulder. 
    “That better be all,” he growled
ominously before turning and stalking away.
    Ramaeka watched him leave,
rubbing his shoulder, Isahn’s offer running through his mind.

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Ramaeka
fidgeted as he stood in line with eleven of his brothers and sisters.  It had
been two weeks since the Conclave and his conversation with Isahn.  His father
had been in a foul mood since the meeting; on the few times that he had seen
him he had merely shoved Ramaeka out of the way roughly.  Today however he was
personally teaching Ramaeka’s class’ flight combat lesson.  The lessons were
held on a wide clearing at the edge of a massive drop down into the swift river
which flowed wild through the mountains.