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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Courtyard[/b][/u]

Dalia was stunned by the sheer amount of colors in Dylan’s group of friends, each one having a distinct and powerful aura. The large woman with sword seemed overwhelmed, vague spears of blue shifting through her aura, but her friend - the tall, dark skinned man - was practically glowing with excitement. She passed through them all, taking in their auras and reciprocating their greetings, until she was stopped by the most amazing sight. The lovely lady in red had an aura that was simply overwhelming, and Dalia had to squint to see through the brilliance to the woman beneath. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. 


She opened her mouth - about to comment on it - but was interrupted by the young girl at the woman’s side. 

[i]"You're Dylan's sister!? Wowww, you're just as pretty as he is, seriously!"[/i] The young girl said, aura shining a brilliant pink. There was such energy and happiness in the girl that Dalia laughed out loud. 

“Why thank you,” Dalia responded. “I’m glad you think I’m just as [i]pretty[/i] as he is.” She winked at him over Trixie’s shoulder. “But you know what, I think you’re the cutest one here.” 

[i]“Hi Dalia!” Estelle shot her hand into the sky, hopping in front of everybody else and gripping the priestess’ hands for a powerful shake. “My name’s Estelle Fenix, and I’m kind of Dylan’s boss! It’s a pleasure to meet you!!”[/i]

Dalia accepted the shake, but pulled the redhead in for a hug anyway. This woman’s aura was fantastic as she was surrounded by swirls of red - not the harsh red of anger or the blinding red of blood, but the warm red of fire and passion. “Any friend of Dylan’s is a friend of mine.” 

Turning, she smiled at Marcus as he asked about protocol. “Oh, we’re not that strict here - there’s no real rules or structures to follow.” She pursed her lips, thinking about the best way to handle this. “But I suppose I can round up some tour guides. Wait right here!” 

Dylan smiled as his sister dashed off, running through the crowd and snatching up students in her wake. It didn’t take her long to return, a pair of students students following her, their expressions on opposite ends of the spectrum from excited to bored. “Okay,” she said as turned to the students. “Angel here can show off any of the sculptures and Keeva will escort any one who wants to see the music and theater areas.” 

“Oh, and I can show others around as well. Any questions?” 

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