Strawberry twist does not sound like a flavor of anything, but when Alistair got to the front of the food line, it was the only flavor of yogurt left. Which was strange, considering that they were only the third person in line. Looking ahead, they saw the first person. Litone, they associated the name to the face as they saw the “boy with the colors” who had his tray piled high with blueberry yogurt. Litone turned, catching Alistair’s eyes, and stuck his tongue out at the Winged One behind him. This was only beginning of a long rivalry.

Litone knew of the “magical quiet winged one” behind him, and he knew that this so-called Winged One had a thing for blueberry yogurt. Jopal weren’t even uncommon anymore. Why most humans still treated them like royalty, Litone could never understand. What's so special about wings anyways? All they do is make clothing harder to find.To Litone, clothing was very important. He could only hope he wouldn’t be paired with this particular “royalty” during finals.

Damo hung upside down from the bar in the ceiling above Litone, watching for a certain human girl with sharp eyes. Spotting her, they watched as she seemed to entrance people around her, forcing them to bend her will. Now that’s what I’d like in a teammate.  The girl, Sarita, began walking toward them, and they flipped off of the bar, fluttering their tiny wings, landing easily and stalking off to find their table.

Sarita turned slowly. She stood tall and faced the crowd of filthy people in front of her. A sneer passed over her features as she took in the smell.

"Clean yourselves," she ordered, and at once, everyone moved away to do so, leaving her a wide path to the other end of the mess hall.

"Follow me when you deem yourself," she paused and raised and eyebrow, "acceptable." There were only a few hours left until the final test began, and she was practicing her never-failing skill of commanding respect from even the dirtiest, lowest creature. She would not lose.