Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, Audran sighed softly, trying his hardest not to wake the Moon Elf/Fairy hybrid dozing on the other side of the carriage as it bounced over the cobblestone road. It was the first time he had seen her sleep without screaming and rolling about, though she still fidgeted a little bit. In a way, he hoped that she was actually resting well. He was really just glad that he could finally relax a bit. It was the first time in the entire carriage ride that she wasn't staring at him and flinching every time he moved. He had contemplated contacting Ilyine, another recruiter, to see if the little girl would be more comfortable around her, though he had dismissed the idea for fear that she would bolt before Ilyine got there. Not to mention the teasing he would endure from her. No, it was better to deal with the little girl being terrified of him than Ilyine's teasing. Darn Wood Elf never let anything go if she could use it for ammunition. Sighing again, he leaned forward slightly to pull back the curtain and see where exactly they were. He recognized the countryside immediately, a small smile springing to his face when he realized that they would be at the College in about fifteen minutes. The trip had only taken him about two and a half days, which was pretty good all things considered. Still, it had felt like a couple of weeks instead. Not for the first time, he wondered why he had been sent out as a recruiter. He certainly didn't have good people skills. The fact that he knew nothing about the girl across from him was proof of that.
A few moments later, they arrived in the actual city itself, the movement of the carriage nearly halting as it encountered the other traffic on the streets; horses, other carriages, and people on foot. Hawkers cried out their wares from small stalls that could be moved fairly easily, competing to see who could shout the loudest and bring in the most customers. Several of the bolder ones approached a nobleman on horse or a carriage, though the vast majority of them were rebuffed immediately. Two inns were located here near the Lion's Gate, while a few others were scattered throughout the city. In short, the city was alive with the hustle and bustle of the people. As always, it refreshed Audran to see so much... life. It's why he hated the countryside most of all. Though he knew that the College sat just outside the city on an elevated plateau, he was unable to see it's pearly white spires from his seat in the carriage, both facing the wrong way and with a terrible angle of view through the windows. It would be about another ten minutes before they made it through the crowd and to the College itself. Still, it probably wasn't a bad idea for him to wake up the girl and let her know. Knowing from past experience that touching her was a bad idea, he cleared his throat and said, "Hey, we're almost there." The girl jumped up like she'd been burned, turning to him with that same glint of fear in her eyes.
The rest of the trip to the College couldn't be done fast enough in Audran's opinion. He had tried once more, unsuccessfully, to make small talk with the girl on the other bench, his smile and friendly demeanor wilting under her stare. Eventually, they did cross the bridge, the carriage rolling right through the gates of the College itself. Once they were in the courtyard, Audran opened the door and hopped down, surprising the driver with his enthusiasm. Behind him, the girl peeked her head out of the door, violet eyes shifting across the courtyard before she decided to follow Audran's directions and climb down from the carriage herself. Thoughts of punishment for being a Sangiunaire, or Blood Mage as it's known colloquially, rushed through her head, her frame shaking softly and her heart pounding as she followed the human, Audran, towards the massive, walnut door of the College itself. Once inside, she paused to let her eyes adjust, scanning the elegant, yet comfortable, foyer. Audran was already standing at a tall desk, talking to the woman on the other side as if they were friends. Noticing her, Audran motioned her to approach the desk, which the small girl did hesitantly. As she did, Audran stepped aside, waving a good-bye to the woman behind the desk. "Don't be shy, sweetheart," the woman behind the desk said kindly. "What's your name?"
Looking around again, the girl responded, "Mizzie." The woman nodded, pen scribbling softly before she set it aside and grabbed some more papers, apparently checking something.
"Could you go ahead and sit right over there, Mizzie?" the woman said, pointing to a bench against the wall with red cushions. Mizzie nodded jerkily, her heart rate accelerating as she pondered the reason for making her wait. Did they want her to confess before they punished her? Or were they just trying to figure out the best way of punishing her? Regardless, she walked over to the bench and sat down, feet dangling as the numerous ways of punishing her swam through her mind. If the woman was confused by Mizzie's demeanor, she didn't show it. "The wait shouldn't be long. The others should be arriving shortly," she said, turning back to the papers on her desk. The comment about others confused Mizzie quite thoroughly, as was to be expected. What exactly were they planning if they wanted to wait for other Dark Mages to arrive first?