School

Oscosh stared up at the strange new building before him, with a huge pout sitting on his face. Due to him causing so much trouble back home, his dads had decided to send him off to Tir to attend one of the boarding schools, especially since he was begining to learn to control his power: fire. He would hopefully fit in well here. Although he was half chimera, it didn't manifest itself in any visable way. He was just an ordinary Drannd as far as he, and anyone else was concerned.

He watched the other Drannd children flitting about here and there, going on with there daily activities. It was strange being surrounded by so many other children. It's not like he hadn't been around children before, he often 'played' with his sisters, but so many in kids one place? It was strange to him.

It didn't take him long to find a group of friends, though. Oscosh became the ringleader of a small group of others, who often got into to trouble for pulling pranks on the other students. Not only that, but he found his lessons so easy, that he often didn't have much need to put any effort into his school work. The teachers quickly caught onto this, though, and he was bumped up to a higher class. This actually did him some good. He had to think about his answers properly, so as to keep up his grade, and he ended up dedicating more of his time to his work, and less time to his pranks (although he still kept them up so that he could stay the leader of the group).

His favorite lessons were the ones where he learnt all about his power, and how to control it. He was a little disapointed at first, when he found that he couldn't do anything "cool" like make fire balls, or be able to set himself on fire like some of the others in his class, but eventually he began to find his control of fire fun in its own way. By holding his hand over it, he was able to put out or light fires. At first it took him alot of energy to even light a small candle, but with time, he was able to create a small campfire quiet easily.

With time, he and his gang grew out of pranking the others, and Oscosh's dad's were clearly able to see the improvment when he came home during the holidays. He stopped trying to destroy everything he touched, and was actually careful with the things around him. The improvement was so much, that he was eventually re-allowed to go into rooms he had previously been banned from.

One of the reasons for his improvement, was that he had found another outlet for his energy: dance. He'd joined an after class dance group with his gang, and they had all excelled in different areas. Oscosh had found himself good at a variation of latin dance, that mostly took place while in flight. The moves just seemed to flow natuarally through him. Plus it was a good way for him to meet girls. He would often just start dancing randomly when he had extra energy, and he thought no-one was looking (although if his sisters caught him they teased him about it).

When it came to graduating, he passed every class easily, but the grades didn't really mean much to him. He wanted to be a dancer, and he didn't care what others thought of that. It was what he enjoyed doing, and there was nothing he could think of more that he wanted to do.