Bridie Elvie
Female
Demi-God
17
11th Grade
Pets: Aiony + Dhattar (unicorns)
Tagged: Open
Bridie keeps walking past the outdoor class only pausing a moment to smile and lift her hand in greeting to the centaur teacher when he waves at her. She is walking fairly slowly considering the next class is just study hall, but she gets there nonetheless. She waltzes into the room with a dancing swish of her hips and she is once again humming to herself, and swaying to the song. She gets to the area of the room with some couches and big cushioned armchairs, She curls up into one of the comfortable chairs, and pulls out a sci-fi romance novel. Yes she is a bit of a romantic, with the flare for creative story lines.
Aiden Brian
Male
Angel
17
11th Grade
Pet: Allahr (phoenix)
Tagged: Tina
He smiles, and walks over to where the comfortable seating is. There is one couch sitting against the wall a little away from the others with a bookcase on either side. "This is my sanctuary." Aiden says as he holds his arms out in a big sweeping gesture, "It might not look like much but it is the best place to actually get some stuff done or nap."
Orlaith Regan
Female
Elf
18
12th Grade
Pet: Rork (dragon)
Tagged: Mark,
When his face goes paler but is otherwise devoid of any indication to his emotions, she can tell he was raised around a court, whether that is a good thing or bad thing, she has yet to decide. She has to admire his skill though most courtiers are terrible at concealing their less then desirable thoughts. He is her equal if not her better at schooling one's emotions to not be mirrored in facial expressions. It is a skill revered among the courts only the best and discreet to advance their social standings so it is obvious who has these abilities. She glances up at his from the corner of her eye before flicking them back to the rock the teacher is doing something with. "The thought is tempting in every way, but you should know it is sadly less of fighting as it is surviving in the forest that I struggle with. My parents do not want their little Princess cavorting about with the soldiers in the wilds, even when said girl only wants to have good survival skills. I got my fighting skills by sneaking into the lessons my brothers' were getting, and the Captain of the Guard is practically another grandfather." She has a soft smile at the memory of the crotchety old elf, who had no match with a blade of any kind. "He has taught me the most, even having my first blade crafted specially for me. So if you could help me with how to navigate the forest without death, that would be the best tutoring I could get."
Rork is curious about this strange cat and when he feels the opportunity to converse open up, he decides to act upon it. *So feline, how do you recognize the Royal Princess? If you are from court I am baffled that Mark has not seen her for what she is.* He lays on the ground with his head held high, and his wings stretched out above him. They can absorb more sunlight when opened and the air is slightly cool for him.
Or whatever.)
