Tenacious History

The morning would come as it did everyday and the young Tovarel was already awake in his warm glass bed. He could be found meditating and from time to time would precariously puff a slender jet of flame from his nose. Peace was on his mind and he had taken the lessons of the day before.

When he awoke, he leaped high into the air, soaring to his pupil a ways away. He landed a little bit away from him. He did not wish to disturb him so he simply sat and watched the sky.

A few hours later he game out of his trance and looked to his mentor, already knowing of his presence. "It appears that patients is a natural virtue for dragons." He seemed pleased with himself by the accomplishments of his waiting. After sitting in silence for a few more moments he stood back up in his crater and walked to where the large dragon was waiting. "What do we learn today Elder?"

The title of Elder was usually rare but always used as a way to express compassion for someone considered a teacher.