Prism was standing idly in the area for quite a while. This whole place confused her, and the occasional loud voices that echoed from afar were admittedly intimidating. Who were they? Apparently, upon craning her neck to sea above the distant sea of new dragons, it was a Fae, a Mirror, a Guardian, and a Tundra. Were those the Group Magisters mentioned in the letter? Reaching into her tome where the folded letter was stuffed in, she grabbed the letter and reviewed it. Her pick? Always the one with the hardest decisions. Looking through the list of groups, she settled on one she thought sounded best. Estrella. Now, who in the world was in charge around here? Prism felt like an idiot standing there furthest from the crowd, baffled on who to talk to. After a minute or two of thinking, she settled on talking to the Magisters, supposedly the ones all the way over there. But.. the crowd.
The Wildclaw sighed, closing her tome and keeping hold of the note, awkwardly trying to find an opening through the Magister Halls. She subtly winced every few times her sharp dewclaw came in contact with the crystal clear floors. She was worried about scratching them. Looking down at her reflection though, she noticed a small detail. Were here eyes.. gray? No wonder the dragons who let her in were unsure of what flight she was from. Wait.. what flight was she from again? Being the calm spirit she is, Prism simply looked up with a blank face and thought comforting things. You'll be fine.. you'll be fine. Just don't talk to anybody else but the Magisters. But they're so.. far away.
The Wildclaw sighed, closing her tome and keeping hold of the note, awkwardly trying to find an opening through the Magister Halls. She subtly winced every few times her sharp dewclaw came in contact with the crystal clear floors. She was worried about scratching them. Looking down at her reflection though, she noticed a small detail. Were here eyes.. gray? No wonder the dragons who let her in were unsure of what flight she was from. Wait.. what flight was she from again? Being the calm spirit she is, Prism simply looked up with a blank face and thought comforting things. You'll be fine.. you'll be fine. Just don't talk to anybody else but the Magisters. But they're so.. far away.