Eyes of the Snake

New school, new life, new everything. He had been around for a while and pretty much grew up away from people, so this amount of interaction with people supposedly his own age would be kind of interesting. So far, the kids seemed to earnestly want to learn, or rather they all seemed to think that flying was the coolest thing ever. He took that enthusiasm and really tried to work it into the lessons, learning of course that not all of his students really knew how to fly, which did make things a little bit more complicated.

“Ah…hello.” He said quietly to the other teacher with a bit of a nod. He untied his hair, which had been tied up with a bow lightly, and the golden locks fell down across the front of himself. Undoing his jacket, he took a second to let his wings ruffle up a bit and relax from being cooped up for a bit. The feathers on them were gold, and silver, and were very dull at the moment. He hadn’t had the chance to get them cleaned up enough. Rust could sometimes be an issue if he didn’t fly and get them dry after cleaning his wings off.