Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
Discussions was quite. No one really wanted to talk, but the substitute Professor did. Professor Cricket, the assistant librarian, was telling the class about the wonderous history of books and scrolls, the only dragon who was remotely interested was Bayou, although Blossom could tell there was a lot on his mind. 
Blossom couldn't sleep well last night, she was up tossing and turning, Aqualon was as well. He was looking at her a different way now as well, as if he was being very careful around his words. She felt respected, it felt awesome. But it also felt daunting, knowing that her tribes secrets were being kept by three outsiders, Stonemover included.  
"And the very first scrolls were made during the scorching, the reasons we know that is because we have found scraps and small depictions of what happened in the caves of the Delta, where it was most likely originated!" Cricket continued, her eyes sparkling dreamily. "If only we could read it, the amazing things we could discover in its rolls." she sighed.
The gongs rung and all the students rose to their talons. Bumblebee waved to the professor, they were family after all. Bumblebee then went over to Blossom. She seemed worried. 
'Have you seen Acmon? She was acting a little strange this morning and left the room, saying she was getting some fresh air. The thing is, I think her eyes, the pupils of her eyes, were white..."
Blossom puzzled over it, she hadn't seen Acmon all morning, not even in discussions. 
"Maybe she isn't feeling well? She could be in the infirmary. Yes that must be it." Blossom suggested and Bumblebee nodded. 
"Would you mind if I sat with you today? If Acmon is sick, I would appreciate a friend to sit next to." Bumblebee smiled nervously. 
"Of coarse!" Blossom said, shocked slightly. She thought that this dragon would have no problem sitting with her fellow winglet. Maybe she was just as nervous and desperate as Blossom. "I really don't mind Bumblebee."
Bumblebee smiled, "You can just call me Bee."
"Sure Bee."
Blossom headed towards the door, she wanted to get as far away from as many flowers as possible. The pollen in the air was starting to make her feel nauseous.
"Blossom!" Bayou ran up to her in the hall, somehow they had gotten separated. He pulled her into his arms, his big warm arms. Blossom felt her face go a deep shade of purple and pink, although she felt something else. 
"What was that for?" she giggled as he finally let her down. He was big, this was the first time Blossom really noticed how large he was. His smile seemed softer today.
His face dropped. 
"Oh no... Wait where's Peacemaker."
"That's why, He wasn't at his dorm this morning, I remember when I went to collect my mail from the front desk. His Dorm is the closest to the entrance cave and I couldn't see him in there."
"Mail? There's mail here?" Blossom asked him confused slightly. Blossom almost forgot about Bee. She turned around and Bee was smirking. She started making little kissy sounds and then flittered off down the hall, looking as if she was a drunken elephant. 
"Well I guess I'll see you later." Bee cooed in a dove like tone. Blossom rubbed her temples. Bayou started to go red in the face. 
"Well, ahem. Would you mind coming with me to check on my mail?"  Blossom turned around and smiled, ignoring the voice in the back of her head chanting 'You like him, you like him!'
Bayou smiled and nodded. 
Bayou showed the way to the front desk and Blossom was walking beside him. Maybe Bee was onto something, but she didn't have time to be lovey. She just needed to figure out the prophecy the professor preached to the class. 
Petals of flames, petals of glory.
Blossom already new this was the flower, but what did it mean by flames and glory? Maybe describing it?
"We're here." Bayou breaking her train of thought. Blossom turned around and spotted a long wall of small shelves, each one with a name labelled on them. She spotted her name on a small shelf in the corner of the room. She reached inside, and when her talon remerged, it had a rectangular piece of parchment. 
She ripped it open and read it, to the best she could. It was from her parents.
Dear Blossom,
We hope that your having a nice, no wonderful time at Jade mountain academy. 
How are classes? Are you making friends? Have you made sure you haven't used your powers?
Blossom knew her father wrote this part. 
We hear that you are going to have a break in a few short weeks, and we were hoping you would come home? Maybe even hang around for a bit...
Blossom, this is your mother, 
Blossom had a feeling her father had become a blubbering mess at this point. 
We would absolutely love for you to come back to the rainforest, but it is up to you, as long as you promise to write back.
We love you to the moons and back my Little Bloomy,
Mother and Father.
 Blossom would almost feel comforted, but something about this letter... It felt off.
Her mother would never call her Bloomy, of all things. And her father has terrible spelling, so how did he write everything correctly?
Blossom felt something fishy, something must be wrong.