'The White Dragon. I didn't think he was a child,' Elara thought, 'But here he is.'
His messy appearance didn't bother her, as the mesmerizing beauty of his violet dragon eyes caught her attention. She was momentarily captivated by his gaze's depth of color and intensity.
However, as she continued to watch him, she quickly noticed something else that made her pause: white scales peeked beneath his shirt, a subtle yet undeniable sign of his connection to the dragons.
Elara scolded herself inwardly, caught off guard by the unexpected sight of the dragon scales. She couldn't deny the boy's handsomeness or the charm of his dragon heritage but quickly reminded herself that he was just a boy.
Despite his captivating appearance, he was far too young for her to entertain any thoughts beyond admiration. Brushing aside her momentary distraction, Elara refocused on her training with renewed determination, intent on dismissing further interruptions.