[center] [b] Solan – Iosef/Cia [/b] [/center]

Solan had made it to the common room, taking in how big the school really was. She wondered how long it would take her to memorize its layout and not get lost. She began to regret not paying attention to the twists and turns it took to get here, noting she’d have to find a map. A nervous feeling began to settle over her once more as she realized how many others were cramming themselves into the room. The Valkyrie tried to make herself smaller, almost fearing how dangerous much of these non-humans could be. She folded her wings tightly against her back, a couple more feathers falling to the floor, and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, trying to be as inconspicuous as she could.

Despite being on the rather shy side, Solan didn’t want to be rude. She turned her attention to an androgynous student of dark features aside from their bright eyes. They seemed friendly enough, although in her almost overwhelmed state, she managed a small smile and a quiet “yup”. The thought of being alone in this exchange sounded more terrifying than being around others. She almost felt thankful if she wasn’t such an introvert.

Solan shifted a bit impatiently, wondering when it would start so she could get a room and get out of this crowd. She looked around, trying to find a teacher of some sort who may begin the orientation. Instead, she noticed a rather normal looking girl heading her way. Perhaps she was lost given non humans were supposed to be here? Then again, who was she to judge someone; she could have powers beyond her imagination. The girl approached her, commenting on her muscles and her ability to run.

The Valkyrie blinked, being a bit unnerved by the question. If she didn’t know any better it almost could have been a threat. Was this girl going to chase her down? Solan did often have to herd the Pegasi back at home although it was usually in vain since they flew away once you begin pursuing them.  She looked over this girl, wondering if she could out run her if she had to, but her attention lingered on the bat in her bag. Why did she have a weapon? Was this school lax toward a weapon policy? She looked to the floor, fearing not to anger the girl. 

“Um, I s-suppose. When your wings don’t work, then next best thing is uh, legs?” Solan tried for a joke, but came up with whatever that was, being more awkward than funny. She wasn’t sure what the correct answer was, glancing up with a sheepish smile.

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