A blue skinned teen rode upon a black horse, who seemed to have saddle bags upon it as well as it's passenger. The darkened scenery around them bluring by as both rider and mount sped across the blackened plains. They had a date to catch, and they weren't going to be late. The head of the teen was, at this moment in time, screwed in tightly onto her neck. Her hands griped the reigns of her horse tightly, not pulling at them to chaff the animal's mouth, but tense enough that "Ashes" knew to keep moving as quickly as she could. They didn't have much time, the airship could come by at any minute now, and missing it would mean another year of waiting in this desolate land. 

For once in her dreary life, Nephilis was intrigued by something, and she wanted to capitalize on the feeling for as long as she possibly could. It felt nice, to finally have something that gave her purpose to wake up every morning. The teachers were nice, the Academy itself was great, and the Existence Control teacher... Had a very fluffy coat. She couldn't wait to see it all again, though she could do without the gawking and incredulous shouting when people saw her without her head on her shoulders.