The next morning, you woke up, but when you peeked through the hangings, you saw the sun still barely trickling over the forest's branches.
You let out a sigh, and sank back against the soft bed, feeling your wings press against your back. You always liked that padded feeling, despite the hell they inflicted on the upholstery.
To think, last time I was 16, I didn't even have them you thought softly to yourself. In fact, a lot of things were different from when you had been 'Silvera Gil,' or at least, that's how you saw it.
When you had escaped from Silvera, you had been strong and tough from all the hard work but you had been thin and malnourished from the horrible rations you had to survive on. Once you had gotten to Rowheigh, and later on Draconia, you had been able to make up for some of your lost nourishment. Yet you had always felt that the five years lost to you had stunted your potential.
But, after the five years here, you thought that 'Hogwarts Gil' had not lost what 'Silvera Gil' had, especially not with how many people who wanted to 'Kill Gil'. You felt stronger, and frankly more confident, in your abilities. Even Drak looked suitably different then he had before. His scales were shinier and stronger, and he was even slightly bigger then he had been at that same age. Perhaps having a girlfriend whose relationship with Drak was as hot as it was stable had also added to his vigor and vitality.
Has the last six years or so changed us that much? you thought. Again, you wondered what Bmao's, or whoever else he had working with him, plans were. Had all this been pre-ordained? Reliving your lost years? Meeting someone you loved for who they were, not who they were bonded with?
You sighed, As if Bmao would ever tell me.... Ah well, what ever happens, happens. Just have to go along with it.
You heard the others groaning, shuffling out of bed while tossing their hangings aside. You parted your own hangings, and got dressed (getting on the robe was always the hard part), wondering what the day would bring.