[ WP ] Describe a fantasy world devoid of the usual stereotypes : where dwarves do n't live underground , orcs and ogres are not savage brutes and dragons are neither dumb beasts nor hyperintelligent ancient beings .

I love warm days like today. It means that schooling is coming to an end and it will soon be time for a break from studies. It means the Drake Show is just around the corner, where all the best Drake Trainers and new breeds will be showcased! It also means that the Dwarves' Sky Exchange is going to be implemented soon. I remember last year's Sky Exchange. The great floating city nearly blocked out the entire sun when it passed over us. The buckets it lowered were like those found in a well, but roughly the size of houses. Some had Dwarves in them, in their blue and gold robes, directing individuals in regards to what the floating city needed, with smiles and thanks for the generosity of the land folk. That's us, by the way, Land Folk. Orcs, Ogres, Goblins, Trolls, Elves, Humans, and a whole host of other races that still live on the ground. History books say the Dwarves used to live on the ground with us. Some even say they used to live under it, but one day decided that they much preferred being tan over pasty white and built giant floating cities to be closer to the sun. This all sounds silly to me, but they are in floating cities and they are all *remarkably* tan. 
 
 I can hear the church bells ring, sounding 3 in the afternoon ( 15 rings total ) and stand to rush from the classroom and be outside. I *belong* outside. I'm not meant to be cooped up indoors, I get so restless away from the trees and the sky. It's my home! 
 
 `` Sit down, Miss Sa'azar. I dismiss you, *not* the bells.'' If I had rolled my eyes any harder at this almost proverb from out professor, they would have fallen out of my head. My teacher, or rather, our teacher, for I was not alone in the class, is Mrs. Blod and Mrs. Weil. Mrs. Blod is our math and physical sciences professor while Mrs. Weil is our History and Magicks professor. Because they're so diversified and share a body, the school only has to pay for one teacher while receiving two! She is also an excellent athletics coach, but neither of them have much preference for sport. 
 
 I sat back down in my chair. Mrs. Blod's head could swivel 180 degrees and watch the class while Mrs. Weil could write on the board. Being a two headed Ogre had its advantages I suppose. Each of them were also married, separately, and I'm honestly not sure how those living arrangements work so do n't ask me. 
 
 `` Alright Class.'' Mrs. Weil said, turning away from the board she had been writing on. `` I know the weather is warming up and school is winding down, but that does n't mean stop working hard. You're all very bright and Mrs. Blod and I would be very sad to see any of you fail the End of Spring Exams. On the board is a text and a few pages which we both want you all to read over the weekend. It's only 10 pages, and rather cleverly written. Dismissed!'' Both heads began to smile as Mrs. Blod and Mrs. Weil began to clean up their desk and the students did the same. 
 
 I shoved all of my belongings into my bag, and rushed out the door after copying down the readings. I knew the text well, `` Plantes and their Magicks: A Guide to the Wonderful World of Herblore as seen from Above. 3rd edition''. It was one of the books the Dwarves had written recently, mass produced, and distributed to the Land Folk. It was a pretty decent arrangement and the Dwarves knew their business fairly well. 
 
 I dashed from the school building, straight home where I changed out of the awful clothes that the school insisted all students wear. Something about modesty for all races, but I do n't see why everybody needed slits in the backs of their tops to accommodate wings when only Dragons and Harpy's had wings. I changed into my summer clothes; short pants and a short top, strong but light sandals, exchanged my school bag for a sturdier forest leather one, shoved my Herblore book into it and dashed out of the house again. 
 
 `` Bye Da, I'm going to the glade to do some school readings!'' I call over my shoulder. I see my Da poke his head out of his study momentarily to call back to me `` Make sure you're back for dinner and do n't get pulled into any fights!'' 
 `` I will be and I wo n't Da!'' I call back with a smile. He worries too much. 
 
 I make my way to my glade, an open field next to a bend in the river. Cottonwood and Willow trees grow here, my favorites, and I climb into the branches of one of the strongest to read my book. I love reading, and I love the forest. Because that's where Orcs belong, in the forest.
