@Brambleheart
Clouds as dark as flint flocked around the treetops and covered the entire sky in a faded sea of gray, unleashing only the most frigid of winds upon the woodlands below. Never before had Sprite seen a building so grim-looking and yet so welcoming at the same time. Because this, this was it; her future home for months to come - The Westeheim Academy of Unusuals! A brilliant school like no other, home to.. well, unusual people. People who weren't only unique in their way of thinking, not only so good at a thing that they were dubbed 'talented' or 'original', no, people who probably weren't even people to begin with. People from fairy tales: those who could measure up to powerful beasts, those who would never see death and would laugh at it, and those who were able to manipulate nature itself. People like her. Supernaturals.
As always, Sprite didn't want to be the first peep at the party, so most of her time she spend wandering around the neatly kept yard next to the front door, looking at all the towering pines surrounding the spacious complex, as well as the snow-crowned mountains that lurked beyond. Suffice to say, she was deadly impressed by it all and found herself too busy staring at nature to realize that some of her fellow students, either already familiar with the Academy or new entrants like her, swooshed into the building like eager puppies to their feeding bowl. Only when a sturdy Minotaur wearing a surprisingly loose Durham Bulls shirt had to shove her aside to enter, she came to the conclusion that was getting late.
Giant backbag still strapped to her shoulders, she hopped on in and wandered the endless hallways with hidden awe. Most of the locked rooms surrounding her were fresh and abandoned classrooms, although after following the flock for a bit - which wasn't her favorite thing to do except in these cases -, Sprite discovered the second, maybe third floor, were the dorms were located. Alright, so she was going to have to share a room with someone, then? They all didn't seem too bad, those colleague students of hers. Glancing at her phone ever so often, she awaited the arrival of a certain Miss Hawkins, who was going to direct new students to their rooms - or at least give them a clue where to go, like, at all.. As mighty and glorious as the school building appeared, it sure as hell was a maze of gothic corridors and antique plaza's in between. Now she sure hoped she'd familiarized herself before the classes began..
Clouds as dark as flint flocked around the treetops and covered the entire sky in a faded sea of gray, unleashing only the most frigid of winds upon the woodlands below. Never before had Sprite seen a building so grim-looking and yet so welcoming at the same time. Because this, this was it; her future home for months to come - The Westeheim Academy of Unusuals! A brilliant school like no other, home to.. well, unusual people. People who weren't only unique in their way of thinking, not only so good at a thing that they were dubbed 'talented' or 'original', no, people who probably weren't even people to begin with. People from fairy tales: those who could measure up to powerful beasts, those who would never see death and would laugh at it, and those who were able to manipulate nature itself. People like her. Supernaturals.
As always, Sprite didn't want to be the first peep at the party, so most of her time she spend wandering around the neatly kept yard next to the front door, looking at all the towering pines surrounding the spacious complex, as well as the snow-crowned mountains that lurked beyond. Suffice to say, she was deadly impressed by it all and found herself too busy staring at nature to realize that some of her fellow students, either already familiar with the Academy or new entrants like her, swooshed into the building like eager puppies to their feeding bowl. Only when a sturdy Minotaur wearing a surprisingly loose Durham Bulls shirt had to shove her aside to enter, she came to the conclusion that was getting late.
Giant backbag still strapped to her shoulders, she hopped on in and wandered the endless hallways with hidden awe. Most of the locked rooms surrounding her were fresh and abandoned classrooms, although after following the flock for a bit - which wasn't her favorite thing to do except in these cases -, Sprite discovered the second, maybe third floor, were the dorms were located. Alright, so she was going to have to share a room with someone, then? They all didn't seem too bad, those colleague students of hers. Glancing at her phone ever so often, she awaited the arrival of a certain Miss Hawkins, who was going to direct new students to their rooms - or at least give them a clue where to go, like, at all.. As mighty and glorious as the school building appeared, it sure as hell was a maze of gothic corridors and antique plaza's in between. Now she sure hoped she'd familiarized herself before the classes began..
