[centre][b][h1][color=coral]Misty[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
[@Themerlinhawk][@BlackPanther]

A mage? Misty was a little perplexed at that, and that someone had genuinely taken an interest in her, and sought to...was it see? See what she could be. It threw her off balance once more. She could be a mage? She could use magic without her harp? The thought of not having to rely on the harp, on Shakuntala, was oddly...reassuring and saddening. She loved the harp, but...she thought it might be amazing to be able to do magic without it. Why didn't they teach them that some people could do that? Or was that for more advance classes? She took the paper Lazarus offered her, glancing down at it curiously, she folded it up carefully and put it away. She'd look into enrolling in them, later. 

She listened as Lazarus spoke, but she glanced away from him. Part of her felt like she'd just disappoint herself, and him, if she tried any of the harder classes, and that was a fear she had. Part of it was also the fact that the academy was...secure. A safety blanket for her. Yet could she ignore the advice, the offered help? She sighed to herself, but nodded. [color=coral]"I'll try, thank you"[/color] She said,  softly, although she wasn't too sure she could get ninety in two classes. She worked hard, and she really did try to get good grades. 

And now it just seemed there was slightly more pressure on her, to do well by Lazaus for the advice he was offering her, and...the fact that he seemed she could do it. She'd always tried her best, but there had never really been anyone to encourage her. She didn't want to fail, because it would just be so much worse now. And there she went, pouring self-doubt onto herself. She took a moment, and shifted, sitting up straighter, she glanced to Lazarus. [color=coral]"I will try. Be sure to have a seat for me, in your classes then"[/color]

She shifted to rise, watching Baracheil with what seemed to be another student, frowning a moment, wondering if that was to be her training with the angel. It didn't even seem to be anything, but a childs game of trying to sneak up on someone. The quick movements, the almost deadly percision the angel showed was impressive, but Misty knew she'd never have anything close to that level of skill. She would just be happy learning how to defend herself, and not be a burden on anyone she would team up with. She stood, and shifted the harp into a good position, comfortable. 

She looked to Lazarus, and shook her head, [color=coral]"No, thank you for everything...I'll go see what I can do"[/color] She checked she had her things, before starting out the room, her mind heavy with the thoughts the interaction had brought her, she stopped after walking down the hall a minute, wondering what she should do right then. She wavered a moment, before starting off again, in the direction of the school's offices, to see about enrolling in the classes Lazarus had mentioned. [b][b][/b][/b]