[color=lightblue][i]"Mostly?"[/i][/color]

The gears turned in Brunhilde's head, each click sending a jolt of information and understanding. She didn't need to refer to the journal (as much) for this one. [color=8493ca]"I also wanted to meet other people like myself. It's much easier to make new friends if people don't think you're a witch. Anyway, I'm pretty sure we're running a bit behind on schedule."[/color]

[color=lightblue][i]"Well then if you are ready to start you are going to need to free yourself of all your things first!"[/i][/color]

Brunhilde placed her sack on the ground, happy to be rid of it for the time being. The stupid thing had at least a month's worth of supplies in it, courtesy of her parents, despite the fact that it was only a three day trip. She kept her journal and pen, as they were more or less a part of herself. If they didn't like it, oh well.

[color=lightblue][i]"alright then, can you please demonstrate to me all of your elemental skills?"[/i][/color]

She nodded once, and first demonstrated on a loose page the degree of precision that she could attain with air manipulation by quickly and roughly sketching the tree behind them without touching the pen.

Her second display was simple hovering, three feet above the ground - completely motionless, as a further display of precision. In addendum, she created a fairly large and weak gust of wind that rustled the tree's leaves a fair bit.

[color=8493ca]"I've been working on this last one for... I think seven years or so. Maybe eight. I'm pretty sure I've hit a wall with it, though."[/color]

For the third and final display, she returned to her pack and pulled out an 8x8x2" oak panel, and aimed away from any people in the area. She tossed it high into the air, spinning it around its flat axis, and dropped into a forward stance, defensively holding her journal across her chest. As the panel dropped, she threw a single punch, striking it dead center. The sphere of air around her fist broke forwards on impact, sending a narrow spray of coarse sawdust and splinters out of the other side of the board. The piece of wood fell to the ground with a vaguely fist-shaped jagged hole in the middle and cracks running along the grain of the wood.

Before she could say anything further, she was interrupted by the older man. [color=brown][b][i]"Enough. Atop the tower is your supplies for the class, you will need them for the first lesson."[/i][/b][/color]

She stood at attention politely and nodded once.

[color=lightblue][i]"Sorry, I should have mentioned it before, as a first year student of 'Air' you may only take the stairs of the tower, use none of the other methods. That is one of the few rules I must be adamant about."[/i][/color]

[color=8493ca]"Reasonable. I expect untrained students would have... 'accidents', were they to try anything faster. I'll be back shortly."[/color]

After writing their words in the journal, she retrieved her bag and stuffed the remains of the oak panel back into it, then made her way towards the tower. She spotted the base of the staircase and walked up very carefully. She wasn't used to heights, having never seen a tower in person before, so she was as careful as she possibly could be. Good god, this was a tall tower. The walk was a lot more exhausting than it should have been, owing to the forty-odd pounds of junk she carried with her.

At the top of the stairs, she came to the air elementalists' dormitories, reopened her journal, and searched for an empty bunk that appeared to be designated for first year students. Not many students were there, and there was nobody she felt such a strong urge to speak to that she would risk angering the older man near Avy. Dumping all of her unnecessary things on what she claimed as her own bed, she found that she had forgotten to ever throw away any of the beefstick wrappers she'd accrued over the past few days of traveling, and quickly stuffed them into a trash can. Sadly, the beefstick wrappers had made most of her things smell utterly delicious, and she marked in the journal that she would need to wash everything thoroughly.

She searched the dormitory for first-year students' supplies as the journal instructed her and found a single set, which she claimed and shoved into her bag. Not once did she bother examining what was in the supplies, as she trusted whoever had put the label on them. She hoped that there would be other students at the lesson when she returned, and made her way back down the stairs.

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