[b]Arcana, Ajala, Shippo, Lilith, Nathalia, Fiona[/b]

Arcana gripped the pen Ajala handed her with a tenderness, writing down her information on the form in flowing, but none-the-less precise, handwriting. A smile played on her lips as she leaned over the piece of paper, making doubly sure that she had written everything down correctly. With a small nod at her own work, Arcana handed the completed form to Nathalia, the latter of which who was leaning against the booth with an appraising look in her eyes as she listened to Shippo's commentary. "Why yes, the greenhouses are, if I may say so myself, quite lovely. They house all [i]sorts[/i] of magnificent flora, the likes of which would cause you to pause in wonderment just to gaze upon their natural grace." The nymph said dramatically, before she pushed away from the booth with ease. "I believe [i]it[/i] is starting soon, you little blossoms will just [b]adore[/b] this part of your first day." Nathalia concluded, giving a smile that included Lilith, Shippo, Ajala, Fiona and Arcana. As if on queue, the speakers buzzed to life. Two broadcasters gave instructions to all those in the commons. "Time to get slithering along, wouldn't you say Ajala?" Nathalia gave a small eyebrow wiggle and playful grin to Ajala. 

Arcana was too nervous, her heart all aflutter, to say anything to Ajala or Shippo when she started on her way to the colosseum. All she could manage was a small, nervous wave good-bye before she was pulled into the current of the crowd. The gargoyles, with their banners rippling in the wind, made excellent markers for her and everyone else to follow. Seeing them above the crowd made her itch to be airborne, wheeling through the sky unrestrained. [i]The feel of wind against her face, the stretch of her wings...[/i]

Before she realized it, she was up in the air, higher than the gargoyles, her wings easily bringing her to the height within seconds. The air and sun kissed her face and whipped her hair behind her, and she closed her eyes to envelop herself in it's embrace. The weightlessness of being up in the sky, of having more control over herself here than on land, was exhilarating for her. She opened her eyes to see the sprawling colosseum in the near-distance, it's grand marble columns inviting her to play among them. [i]'It's so beautiful!'[/i] She thought in amazement, eyes wide. Unable to contain herself, she pulled her wings in, causing herself to go into a downward spiral toward a copse of trees. They seemed to come up at her dangerously fast, then just as easily she pushed her wings back out, catching herself as her clawed feet brushed tree-tops. A merry laugh escaped her lips, the excitement of the day getting the better of her.

When her feet were back on land again, and she was situated in her seat in the lower middle section of seats, she felt just as elated as she was in the skies. [i]What would the Ruler of Ouroboros say to them? What would they look like? Would there be magic? Or duels? Or magic duels?![/i] Arcana was insatiably curious, her whole mind seemed afire with questions. Her legs wouldn't hold still, causing the talons at the ends of her clawed feet to click on the marble floor repetitively. Her hands gripped her braid, eyes intent on the area before her.