"Please, don't call me Mrs. Kyrian. It makes me feel like an old maid." Vook stuck her tongue out playfully, shaking her head. "Just call me Vook. Glad to see you made it, Dottie." she added, straightening her uniform a bit.
"Mortals...I'll never understand them." Came a ghostly-sounding, yet female voice, a ghost-looking creature appearing in front of the teachers, though looking more like an angel, than anything. "You're only thirty, and you think you're old. I'm ten-thousand, three-hundred and fifty-two years old. What does that make me?" it teased, crossing it's arms.
"Oh, hush." The dragoness giggled. "This is my Familiar, sorry for not introducing her yesterday." she added, holding her arm out towards the transparent angel.
"Mortals...I'll never understand them." Came a ghostly-sounding, yet female voice, a ghost-looking creature appearing in front of the teachers, though looking more like an angel, than anything. "You're only thirty, and you think you're old. I'm ten-thousand, three-hundred and fifty-two years old. What does that make me?" it teased, crossing it's arms.
"Oh, hush." The dragoness giggled. "This is my Familiar, sorry for not introducing her yesterday." she added, holding her arm out towards the transparent angel.
