Like every other morning since his one year sleep, Minto was the first to wake out of everyone, three hours before the first sun, or so he would think until he found Barskál sitting alone in the kitchen and looking out into space or writing, or studying.
Once again, his skin was a light shade of red, almost pink, and his hair had purple highlights instead of red, and his eyes were grey, but his horns remained the same; tall and curved.
For the two weeks since his awakening, that had been the case repeatedly, until he finally became accustomed to the fact that the dragon-turned-man never slept and would simply stay up thinking for every second that everyone else slept, it had made sense how he could become a master after just a year of studying.
He secluded himself for four hundred of t
