[u][h2][color=8493ca]Brunhilde[/color][/h2][/u]

A tiny girl carrying at least half her weight in a large leather travel pack silently and quickly slid through the gates to the courtyard, looking rather dazed - with a hint of curiosity. Light very slightly bent in small spheres around her hands, which any experienced wind elementalist would be able to identify as tiny, violent cyclones of semi-stable compressed air. Tucked under her arm was a book the size of a library dictionary. The girl seemed to be skating across the ground - her feet hovering just an inch above it, lightly tapping the pavement with her toes to keep moving.

She stopped in the middle of the courtyard, standing firmly on the paving stones, and opened the book. She smiled, realizing that she had reached her destination. She could get settled in a room later - for now, judging by the position of the sun, she was probably slightly late to her first class, and she searched for a teacher of air. Preferably one who seemed competent. Meeting the other students could wait until later, as could getting her schedule in order.

The air smelled like people and power in all directions, and she felt that she had missed something very impressive. Further in one direction, the air smelled more energetic in a different way - as though it was being actively tampered with, and the motions of some trees caught her eye. Their leaves were swaying in the wind, counter to the other trees in the area. Two people appeared to be under one tree, and she assumed one of them was a teacher of Air elementalism. Not seeing other students in their direction, she breathed a sigh of relief - she wasn't quite as late as the sun indicated. As she skated towards the tree, she noticed one last, extremely subtle hint just before reaching who she assumed to be the teacher and two aides - a narrow trail of loosely rustling grass.

She felt that she would like these people.

[color=8493ca]"Hello. I'm Brunhilde, and I'm new around here. Is one of you a teacher?"[/color]

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