[b]"...provided by the government will need to see me before class tomorrow morning."[/b]

As the last words slipped from Commander Slin's mouth, Rose watched quietly as the group of students departed, nearly hidden behind one of the Institute's support pillars. [i][color=fdc68a]Everyone here is so young,[/color][/i] she thought. Discerning pilot from mage was of little challenge; The pilots carried themselves differently from the mages. Cocky, arrogant to some; there was something about a pilot that was divergent, so young yet they carried themselves like they were ready to take on the world, not stopping to think about the repercussions. [i][color=fdc68a]A dangerous way to live.[/color][/i]

Gazing at the empty courtyard; minus a few lingering conversations, the pale girl halted for a moment to take in the Institute. It seemed like just yesterday she had left home. She could still hear the simmering of stew, feel the heat of the heart, bask in intoxicating smell of lamb and barley permeating the air. The Mecha Carta was... different. The floors were polished to the point of reflection. The air was sterile and without dust or pollen. There was no crows calling off in the distance, just the gentle humming of incandescent bulbs overhead. The sensation was overwhelming, yet Rose did not mind. Something about the calm and order of the situation granted her much needed rest from the transient life. [color=fdc68a][i]Best capitalize on it while it lasts,[/i][/color] Rose mused, turning to head for the library.

Rose drifted through the halls of the library. The library was a strange mix between old and new; some rows lined with old books, others with cases, filled with receptacles for data chits for use in hand held readers. [color=fdc68a][i]I should probably study some casting articulation techniques...[/i][/color] Rose debated, [color=fdc68a][i]...but a good cook book sounds appealing.[/i][/color] Floating through the halls on her leather shoes, Rose rounded the corner of a towering bookcase, nearly colliding with a man clad in denim and leather, a peculiar black object on his arm outstretched for a book. Panicked, Rose attempted to flee, stumbling backwards into a waist high marble column, knocking off an ornate vase.

[color=fdc68a][i]No![/i][/color] Rose's mind scrambled as the vase raced towards the floor. Instinctively her slim hand extended, her mangled fingers extended towards the floor as if she was signaling for a small animal to halt. Instantaneously the floor of the library fissured, a strange swirling void appearing from the polished granite. Into the void the vase vanished, appearing less than a moment later in Rose's raised hand, another dimensional anomaly resting less than a meter above her leather glove. Swiftly Rose shifted her stance, setting the vase down on the pillar before sliding in an elegantly panicked fashion to the next isle of books, pressing her back up against the end on the shelving. [color=fdc68a][i]Maybe he didn't see me,[/i][/color] she hoped, frozen in the isle, her pale face flushed with embarrassment.

[[@Plank Sinatra]]