[i]"Is my daughter sent?"

"Her materialisation went through without a hitch," answered the skeletal, many-gazed creature in a fearsome and utterly humble voice to the far greater and more terrible one enthroned before her. "Teotalca has been supplied with all human necessities she desired." A pause, then, "My sister is eager."

There were no lips to smile, but somehow the mother goddess did. "I know. She was not my first choice. But in her I am well pleased."

"She may not learn what they elect to teach her, Mother."

"No, she will not. But when she returns, she will teach you so much."[/i]

[h3][color=8882be]Malinal[/color][/h3]
It didn't even occur to the youth that bare feet was poor form with regards to first impressions. The concept of a uniform was tucked in an unused and undisturbed nook of her head, into which she never intended to look. That was for the better, she'd learn in the oncoming days- Even custom shoes were ill suited to the cassowary feet that supported Malinal Teotalca as she burst into the run that carried her within view of Grey.

Her backpack bounced as she skidded to a halt, grinning like a skull on its wedding anniversary. It was light. Tzitzimitl wore few clothes, and Malinal hadn't packed much more than that. What she did have had, like a variety of things in the increasingly modernised realms of heaven, been imported from Earth. Right now, a skirt and an album cover of a tee were enough over her smallclothes. Her chest spouted the words 'Lustmord - Metavoid' to the world, with a contorted pattern of grey swirls in between.

She had a map, somewhere, but Malinal wasn't looking at it, though between her face eyes, joints and uppermost vertebrae, she was looking at pretty much everything else. The tzitzimitl had been told in good faith that she would materialise discretely, but very close to the exchange guide, a figure that she saw without trouble- A large, vaguely humanoid spirit that seemed composed of a dream's mangle of geometric patterns and primary colours, and familiar trinkets of heavenly rank. Primary but for two obvious eyes, which were black. Odd contrast.

Of less familiarity, and more interest- So much so that Malinal slowly turned around on the spot, as if to inviting all of her eyes to partake of every one- Were other students. She'd never seen this many humans in person before, and she'd [i]never[/i] seen these types of non-humans. It was dizzying. At least two nondescript boys with feathery wings, a cute androgyne with much greyer skin than her own fading brown, some lady with enormous white wings and other remarkable endowments. Most of them seemed to be getting at least a few stares, though the humans looked completely at ease with the vibrant, imperfectly-named figure of Grey.

Malinal didn't realise she was twirling until she started to grow really, physically dizzy, and nine vivid blue eyes snapped shut along with two standard-issue brown ones to avoid falling down. She was grinning even wider when they opened, in time for her knee to catch a clear glimpse of a hovering skeletal hand half-hidden in the cloak of a girl she'd taken for human. She yelped in delight. [color=8882be]"Hey! Tall chick! Wait up!"[/color]

Malinal was following right into the gaze of the decorated spirit as she ran to keep up, and that suited her well- Two birds, one bird-footed stone, so to speak. [color=8882be]"Hile, spirit!"[/color] -In dubiously formal Nahuatl, then without a beat, [color=8882be]"Sis, listen- You smell [i]really good[/i]- Can you show me your hand? Give me five, come on, do it!"[/color] She lifted her own bony hand, not too dissimilar in shape to the cloak-hidden one attached to the older girl's shoulder, high above her head. It was a human tradition she'd grown obsessed with on earlier, briefer excursions, and the idea of trying it with a disembodied hand- A skeletal one, at that- Was unspeakably thrilling.

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