[b]Gideon, Andrej (cameo),Gabriel (cameo), Grey(cameo)[/b]

Gideon turned from the angel at the gate, and looked back towards Grey and the freshmen. They were clearly being assigned rooms, and handing in club pamphlets to the bemused headmaster/mistress/principal at a rapid speed. Gideon sighed. He reckoned he would be considered like the Year Sevens back in Britain - the lowest of the low, who always seemed to be swarming around your ankles. He remember the cool waters of the River Stour, from which he was born, and a tide of homesickness welled up in his throat.

Almost gagging, he drew up the hood of his fleece (blue) and dashed off into the trees. The sunlight through the leaves, though of infinite beauty to one of his kin, the Dryads, did little to raise his spirits. He needed water. The fresh embrace of a running stream or the lap of the oncoming tide.

Suddenly, he burst back into the ring of tents, only this time, he was next to the Swimming Club gazebo. A few freshmen and a couple of sophomores were clustered at the entrance, receiving leaflets and forms from eager members. There appeared to be several different species - at least three Naiads, a Nereid, and what appeared to be a water dragon in human form, just making off. Sighing, he wandered towards them - after all, they were the ones most likely to know what he wanted to know - the location of water.