Anya was quick to run out the door. She wanted to see the city as well, she was not the least bit interested in the helicopter. It was easy for Anya to catch up to Mikkish and then her run came to a quiet stop as her pace slowed and she began to follow him. she stayed quiet as she had no love for speaking. she had space out on much of the group before now. still, the though of real magic excited her. A place where she stood on even terms with others. Where she would not excel beyond the average in seconds of seeing whatever she would. She hoped it would be a place she would be normal, without the scrutinizing and envious glares being shot at her from every direction. At least she could dream.