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Regardless of the weight of the class supplies, it was still not terribly much compared to having carried what amounted to a waterproof sleeping bag, twenty cans of beans, an absolutely silly amount of books, wooden panels, twelve sets of clothing, a brick in a pillowcase (for self defense), a sack of rice, and seven years' worth of medical paperwork bound in a locked binder - all of which were now sitting on her bed up in the tower. Brunhilde was still bothered by the weight, as she had already forgotten what carrying the previous luggage was like - or indeed that she even had brought luggage.

Apparently she was already in class, and was supposed to meet the air teacher back by the tree she had supposedly been at previously. The journal never lied, so despite having only the vaguest clue of what was really going on, she made her way there. She recognized both faces as those in the journal anyway - the younger one being marked as 'Avy'. Strange name.

As she approached the two men, she heard the younger of the two call out to her. [color=lightblue][i]"What would you like to do right now?"[/i][/color]
At the same moment, she lost her balance, and not-so-gracefully fell forwards mid-step. A flash of confusion broke her concentration on what she was trying to do that moment, and she realized she was falling before she could identify what had happened. She quickly formed the cushion of air she had spent so much time hovering on beneath her on the way down, and narrowly avoided faceplanting into the ground. One of the cyclones around her hands neatly clipped an inch of grass before she stabilized her motion and pushed herself upright with the air cushion.

She took her last few steps and brushed herself off, this time opting to walk on her [i]own[/i] air, actively attempting to prevent such mishaps in the future. Her face was red with embarrassment as she placed her class supplies on the ground and scribbled the happenings down in the journal, underlining the phrase "Watch your step, moron" three times.

[color=8493ca]"I think... I would like to stay upright, sir. Yes, I think that would be the [i]perfect[/i] thing to do right now. Maybe I should learn to be a little bit more aware of what's going on around me, while I'm at it."[/color]

Judging by her tone of voice, she seemed to be rather annoyed - but she kept herself in check, and stood at attention as her old martial arts teachers had taught her up north, her right hand behind her back and her left clutching the journal.

[color=lightblue][i]"You are quite short."[/i][/color]

Brunhilde's eye twitched at the observation, but she remained at attention as Avarius checked her mass. She was somewhat used to it, though she couldn't quite remember why. Her doctor up north did this sort of thing occasionally, as the scale in his office had been an older, purely mechanical model, and didn't properly register under a certain weight. [color=8493ca]"The book adds twenty-five pounds."[/color]