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Gilfrid was walking through the courtyard, taking a usual morning stroll in his natural beast form. Even after 12 years of being able to do so, the Barometz still marveled at his ability to [b]move[/b], to be able to go places where no others of his kind have ever gone before. The plant behind him followed his movements, the ground beneath and directly infront of it parting, only to close itself once more as the green object left the area. The barometz greets a bird that flew by him, the bird chirping back as it continued it's route towards the zombie that sat on a bench.

The figure made the Barometz pause for a moment. Strange, he was quite sure that none of the students have arrived yet by airship. Hana would have been bouncing around, shouting at the tip of her lungs if that was the case. So, how did this young looking undead get in here? Changing his course, the white sheep of Tartary interacted with the ressurected human. [Color=lightgreen]"Hello there, lovely morning, isn't it?"[/color] Gilfrid commented, giving the zombie a smile as well as a sheep could. [Color=lightgreen]"My name is Gilfrid. Gilfrid Greenhorn. Might I ask of yours?"[/color] he let the question hang in the air, waiting for the man's reply.