Mithrail started. She didn't expect her name to be called so soon after she'd applied. Still though . . . best of the best, was it? That certainly sounded like her. 

"Michael, I'll leave Numina with you, okay?" she said, handing the one-year old to her lover. The small child just gazed at his mother curiously, before clinging to Michael. "It seems I have a class to attend. Try not to miss me too much?"

The young man just laughed. "Yeah yeah, Mits, just go on ahead. I'll see you in a bit."

The blue-haired Celestial laughed lightly, and put a foot in the ground, right before going to class is the most showoff-y way possible: By riding on a tornado.