>The NERVE of some people I swear
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Once she felt that she gazed at herself in the clean mirror enough, Ellie knew she made a choice and she glanced at the shopkeeper, taking the prices from him. Thankfully, she'd packed enough wramoras for the reasonable price that turned out to be her total until she picked out the rest of her requirements. A currency exclusive to only Asnye citizens, she made sure to bring enough for her shopping spree, and for any extra objects she found particularly fascinating. A hoarder by nature.
"Thank you, Mr. Lindhall. I'll take things from here," she smiled at him with a curt nod, and waited for him to leave her to herself before she began to look around the way she usually would on her own. That meant staring at the mannequin before her, cocking her head to the side as she turned, attempting to tie her belt around the middle and give it a stylish shape. When she felt she was quite done with that, still unable to master them perfectly by just looking, she began to stand on her tiptoes to inspect the collars, still not quite tall enough to see them clearly.
These were certainly new, unmatched styles of clothing, and not many of them existed in Asnye. Only the usual collar filled the stores since clothing was, although a necessity, not really important in terms of style. Which made Ellie-Mai long to go somewhere else, treat her eyes to a change after spending 14 years in the same country. But those had a new touch. She enjoyed that. It felt unique to be wearing something like this, and she made a mental note to learn these styles if she ever got free time at the school. For now, though, she settled with looking for something similar in the racks, until she found what easily caught her eyes. Remembering where Mr Lindhall pointed out the changing 'rooms', she walked over to one and closed the curtain behind her.
As soon as she entered the closed off space, she already began to feel suffocated as if she entered an entirely new realm, and she realized she had a new fear after all. Closed spaces. Even if it wasn't that closed off, she began to rush her changing, taking off her dress and wearing her under-robe of choice with her black wool robe over it. It wasn't too tight nor too big for her, and once again it was a perfect fit, almost like magic was attached to these clothes, easily detecting the wearer's size as soon as they wear it. She felt amused at the thought, grinning lightly, before she flipped her hair to the side to adjust her collar. Perfect.
Ready to finally leave the changing space, she changed back to her dress, the three sets of black wool robes and three sets of under-robes to accompany them over her arm. Afterwards, she turned her constantly divided attention to the gloves and boots. Picking out the black ones that felt more like wool than leather, she tried them on. Once again, perfect size, and warmed her up to the point of sweating. So, she took them on her other free hand, walking out to the counter where she came at the start, eyes immediately catching the familiar Mr Lindhall.. and someone new? She raised a brow, tentatively approaching with her items still in hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Lindhall. I'll take things from here," she smiled at him with a curt nod, and waited for him to leave her to herself before she began to look around the way she usually would on her own. That meant staring at the mannequin before her, cocking her head to the side as she turned, attempting to tie her belt around the middle and give it a stylish shape. When she felt she was quite done with that, still unable to master them perfectly by just looking, she began to stand on her tiptoes to inspect the collars, still not quite tall enough to see them clearly.
These were certainly new, unmatched styles of clothing, and not many of them existed in Asnye. Only the usual collar filled the stores since clothing was, although a necessity, not really important in terms of style. Which made Ellie-Mai long to go somewhere else, treat her eyes to a change after spending 14 years in the same country. But those had a new touch. She enjoyed that. It felt unique to be wearing something like this, and she made a mental note to learn these styles if she ever got free time at the school. For now, though, she settled with looking for something similar in the racks, until she found what easily caught her eyes. Remembering where Mr Lindhall pointed out the changing 'rooms', she walked over to one and closed the curtain behind her.
As soon as she entered the closed off space, she already began to feel suffocated as if she entered an entirely new realm, and she realized she had a new fear after all. Closed spaces. Even if it wasn't that closed off, she began to rush her changing, taking off her dress and wearing her under-robe of choice with her black wool robe over it. It wasn't too tight nor too big for her, and once again it was a perfect fit, almost like magic was attached to these clothes, easily detecting the wearer's size as soon as they wear it. She felt amused at the thought, grinning lightly, before she flipped her hair to the side to adjust her collar. Perfect.
Ready to finally leave the changing space, she changed back to her dress, the three sets of black wool robes and three sets of under-robes to accompany them over her arm. Afterwards, she turned her constantly divided attention to the gloves and boots. Picking out the black ones that felt more like wool than leather, she tried them on. Once again, perfect size, and warmed her up to the point of sweating. So, she took them on her other free hand, walking out to the counter where she came at the start, eyes immediately catching the familiar Mr Lindhall.. and someone new? She raised a brow, tentatively approaching with her items still in hand.
When he leaned back, his eyes trailed over the way the merman's tail flicked behind him whenever he grinned at him or said any word enthusiastically, and although he knew Shiro didn't fully understand, he was still mirroring his excitement and that in itself made Keith's heart swell. It reminded him of a small puppy whenever games or food are involved, and it was endearing. He was so huge, so dangerous, yet there he was, moving rocks around and trying to know about him. A curious creature indeed. Once he looked down at the rocks, then at Shiro's gesture to his eyes, he smiled a bit. "Hah, yeah. I heard that one before," the smile didn't reach his eyes though. He heard that a lot from so many people, including Kolivan. He looked like he had the world as a burden on his shoulders, a burden he wouldn't be able to hold for much longer, but at least he was still here, a violet glint in his eyes.
He then caught the creature staring at the rocks in silence, and he took a moment to wonder what was on his mind. He seemed to have an aura about him that was charming, attractive, and he wondered if that was why merfolk were so beautiful. To lure in victims with kind words and toned muscles, then tear them up piece by piece where they were most vulnerable. But, this Shiro seemed different, like he had a weight on his shoulders too. His eyes caught the wounds again, decorating his body, and he frowned. What kind of life did he have to be so wary, so cautious and so afraid? The re-arrangement of the rocks grabbed his attention, and he watched the rocks increase into Shiro's age once more. He understood, until the man brought 5 rocks, took the fifth and placed it in his winter side.
"Uh.." He muttered, raising a brow, confused. He leaned forward, crossing the legs that were once dipped in the water. He began to think, thumb on cheek and the rest of his fingers covering his mouth, occasionally tapping his index finger against his lips. Say all the rocks represented cycles, or months..? Was Shiro saying his birthday was coming up? Was he asking when Keith's birthday was? He blinked a bit, trying to see things from another perspective, until it dawned on him. Five rocks, Shiro took the fifth, placed it in his collection.. Oh. If he wasn't drunk, he would have figured things out faster. He was sure of it. "You picked an awkward time to be born, huh? Leap Year and all that." He said with a breathy laugh, not expecting the other to understand but trying anyway. "1st of March. Nice." He nodded to himself, wondering if his friendship with this creature would last that long. They could celebrate.
And now it was Keith's turn. He took the rocks again, rearranged them until they showed his age. Then, he grabbed the first rock from the five rocks in a row, and placed it on his winter side. It wasn't an accurate month left for his birthday, only 24 days, but Keith didn't have a way in mind to express that. Besides, his eyes were barely open, even if his mind was buzzing with energy and curiosity at the creature. "We could celebrate, you know, start of another cycle and stuff."
He then caught the creature staring at the rocks in silence, and he took a moment to wonder what was on his mind. He seemed to have an aura about him that was charming, attractive, and he wondered if that was why merfolk were so beautiful. To lure in victims with kind words and toned muscles, then tear them up piece by piece where they were most vulnerable. But, this Shiro seemed different, like he had a weight on his shoulders too. His eyes caught the wounds again, decorating his body, and he frowned. What kind of life did he have to be so wary, so cautious and so afraid? The re-arrangement of the rocks grabbed his attention, and he watched the rocks increase into Shiro's age once more. He understood, until the man brought 5 rocks, took the fifth and placed it in his winter side.
"Uh.." He muttered, raising a brow, confused. He leaned forward, crossing the legs that were once dipped in the water. He began to think, thumb on cheek and the rest of his fingers covering his mouth, occasionally tapping his index finger against his lips. Say all the rocks represented cycles, or months..? Was Shiro saying his birthday was coming up? Was he asking when Keith's birthday was? He blinked a bit, trying to see things from another perspective, until it dawned on him. Five rocks, Shiro took the fifth, placed it in his collection.. Oh. If he wasn't drunk, he would have figured things out faster. He was sure of it. "You picked an awkward time to be born, huh? Leap Year and all that." He said with a breathy laugh, not expecting the other to understand but trying anyway. "1st of March. Nice." He nodded to himself, wondering if his friendship with this creature would last that long. They could celebrate.
And now it was Keith's turn. He took the rocks again, rearranged them until they showed his age. Then, he grabbed the first rock from the five rocks in a row, and placed it on his winter side. It wasn't an accurate month left for his birthday, only 24 days, but Keith didn't have a way in mind to express that. Besides, his eyes were barely open, even if his mind was buzzing with energy and curiosity at the creature. "We could celebrate, you know, start of another cycle and stuff."
Sounds fine with me. Also, I believe it'll be so much better if we let any solid interactions between Ellie and the other boy be at the southern gate, and I can make Ellie try speaking with him but he doesn't notice she's there because he's too focused grabbing his stuff, or something along the lines of that.
And yes, I noticed that was the approach you were trying to make, and I don't mind it. Lindhall is still gonna be an unforgettable character for me :D
And yes, I noticed that was the approach you were trying to make, and I don't mind it. Lindhall is still gonna be an unforgettable character for me :D
The young girl felt relief that this man could even catch her reading speed, a habit everyone chastised her for and told her to slow down, and it made her give a soft smile as she listened to Mr. Lindhall. Though when mentioned, Ellie's jaw could have dropped down to the floor. Spells for resizing objects and changing colors? She'd only heard passing whispers of magic, consider it being a quite feared subject of conversation, so she only knew about the existence of mundane spells like light spells and such. But this, although a simple detail thrown inbetween the conversation, it only made her heart thump in excitement and anticipation for what's to come. And, warming charms?!
Of course, Ellie silently agreed to taking the wool instead of leather, a shiver coursing through her at the mere thought of there being a place colder than White Asnye, a nickname it won for the most obvious reasons, and let herself be led through the warren of products the man sold in his cozy shop. Such pretty things, big and small, and the sight appealed to her hoarding nature. She didn't even need candles at home or at the school, but the sight of them still attracted her. She had a child's fascination, she did, and she reprimanded herself for it so many times after seeing poised adults who didn't go wide-eyed at the mere sight of baby white wolves playing in the snow.
She let her eyes now trail over the various pieces of attire being sold, admiring the embroidery on one and the way the cotton felt between her fingers on the other, half-listening to the man and half-lost in her own thoughts, but she still followed as he walked, and stopped in her tracks when he stopped, taking the garment from his hand and nodding when she took the accompanying black wool belt that came with it. She slipped it over her snowy dress, having no problem with that at all, but wondered if it would feel like a weight over her chest when closed. She decided to test this hypothesis, tying it closed with her belt. She sprinted over to the nearest mirror, brushing any dust off it, twirling left and right. Very comfortable.
"It's a perfect fit. Three sets of this size then please," she said, glancing at the man through the mirror before she turned, facing him. "And I'd like to try on one of your under-robes too."
Of course, Ellie silently agreed to taking the wool instead of leather, a shiver coursing through her at the mere thought of there being a place colder than White Asnye, a nickname it won for the most obvious reasons, and let herself be led through the warren of products the man sold in his cozy shop. Such pretty things, big and small, and the sight appealed to her hoarding nature. She didn't even need candles at home or at the school, but the sight of them still attracted her. She had a child's fascination, she did, and she reprimanded herself for it so many times after seeing poised adults who didn't go wide-eyed at the mere sight of baby white wolves playing in the snow.
She let her eyes now trail over the various pieces of attire being sold, admiring the embroidery on one and the way the cotton felt between her fingers on the other, half-listening to the man and half-lost in her own thoughts, but she still followed as he walked, and stopped in her tracks when he stopped, taking the garment from his hand and nodding when she took the accompanying black wool belt that came with it. She slipped it over her snowy dress, having no problem with that at all, but wondered if it would feel like a weight over her chest when closed. She decided to test this hypothesis, tying it closed with her belt. She sprinted over to the nearest mirror, brushing any dust off it, twirling left and right. Very comfortable.
"It's a perfect fit. Three sets of this size then please," she said, glancing at the man through the mirror before she turned, facing him. "And I'd like to try on one of your under-robes too."
As soon as she entered the shop, her nose took in the delicate yet still remarkably strong scents filling this cozy place. There were books everywhere, shelves reflecting off tall mirrors. She only slightly leaned against the door when she heard the clink of the bell dissipate from loud to something akin to a faint whisper, and felt strongly nostalgic to the way her home feels in Christmas, once they gather round the fire with hot chocolate in their mugs, telling stories and spreading rumors. She was growing up much too quickly, but one thing remained the same to her; the warmth of home, and she knew instantly that whenever she felt that feeling somewhere, it meant good things were about to happen. Silly, she knew, but she could care less. It was her own mind, her own innocent thoughts, and that same mind was what dragged her eyes over to the raven.
She stared at him with a slight excited grin that took seconds to completely form, and she analyzed the raven as much as it analyzed her. It looked absolutely beautiful, mysterious yet still giving off the vibe of a wise, old man who had lots of stories to tell. If only he could speak, Ellie-Mai would grill him, know anything and everything of his voyages over cities and buildings, but alas, this raven was a mute unlike the ones in the books she read. A boom of a voice startled her out of her fascination, and she jumped lightly in place, instinctively tugging locks of long, blonde hair behind a pale ear. It was probably the shopkeeper, she said to herself, cursing at her jittery personality.
Though Ellie did not plan on stopping her analysis of this bird until the man came out, and she shyly approached, the golden gleam of light the jewelry reflected only succeeding in catching her eye for seconds before she yearned to touch his wing, softly stroke it. But she snapped her hand back immediately upon seeing the grey-haired old man come out of the backroom, and she stood in place, parchment held to heart. "Frostwing.." She mumbled to herself in amusement, the wordplay serving to stimulate her ever active brain, before she let out quiet giggles to herself. That was a nice one. Belonged to a raven in Asnye, anyway.
"I thought I was going to be the first one," she playfully frowned, before her expression became neutral once more. As neutral as her mischievous face could look. "I'm Elle-Mai. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lindhall." She said with a soft smile before looking down at the list in hand. "We can start with the uniform first.. erm, I'll need three sets of black plain work robes," she began counting on her fingers so they could both keep track. "One black plain pointed hat..for day wear," she almost forgot that last part as she read, raising a second finger. "One pair of protective leather gloves, one black winter cloak with silver fastenings and a pair of black leather boots." With a tone of finality, she stared up at the man again, hoping that wasn't too much information at once. She was a fast reader.
She stared at him with a slight excited grin that took seconds to completely form, and she analyzed the raven as much as it analyzed her. It looked absolutely beautiful, mysterious yet still giving off the vibe of a wise, old man who had lots of stories to tell. If only he could speak, Ellie-Mai would grill him, know anything and everything of his voyages over cities and buildings, but alas, this raven was a mute unlike the ones in the books she read. A boom of a voice startled her out of her fascination, and she jumped lightly in place, instinctively tugging locks of long, blonde hair behind a pale ear. It was probably the shopkeeper, she said to herself, cursing at her jittery personality.
Though Ellie did not plan on stopping her analysis of this bird until the man came out, and she shyly approached, the golden gleam of light the jewelry reflected only succeeding in catching her eye for seconds before she yearned to touch his wing, softly stroke it. But she snapped her hand back immediately upon seeing the grey-haired old man come out of the backroom, and she stood in place, parchment held to heart. "Frostwing.." She mumbled to herself in amusement, the wordplay serving to stimulate her ever active brain, before she let out quiet giggles to herself. That was a nice one. Belonged to a raven in Asnye, anyway.
"I thought I was going to be the first one," she playfully frowned, before her expression became neutral once more. As neutral as her mischievous face could look. "I'm Elle-Mai. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lindhall." She said with a soft smile before looking down at the list in hand. "We can start with the uniform first.. erm, I'll need three sets of black plain work robes," she began counting on her fingers so they could both keep track. "One black plain pointed hat..for day wear," she almost forgot that last part as she read, raising a second finger. "One pair of protective leather gloves, one black winter cloak with silver fastenings and a pair of black leather boots." With a tone of finality, she stared up at the man again, hoping that wasn't too much information at once. She was a fast reader.
Ｅｌｌｉｅ－Ｍａｉ Ｃｏｃｈｒａｎ
Whitecrest, Asnye
14
"When you're in the darkness, you only sink deeper into it. Keep the light shining."
- Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)
- Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)
He couldn't quite place a finger on it, but the way Shiro looked at him, it made him raise his eyebrows and duck under part way, smile still playing at the edges of his mouth. It was a little nervous tick of his. It made him look innocent and tempting and cute. Cute, as if anything as depressing as him could be. He wasn't able to figure out what he wanted out of it, this focused attention and admiration, but to get closer to this creature and be looked at like that, like he was the most intriguing specimen someone ever laid eyes on, it.. well, it was certainly a new kind of feeling, and Keith wanted more of it. Needed more of it. "Alright, Keys is fine for now," he grinned, laughing a bit and teasing Shiro before he straightened up, smile leaving his face and replaced by a neutral expression as he thought of something else they could do together. He would have made the same clicking sound of frustration if he could, because he didn't know where to begin.
So far, he knew the merman's name, and memorized all of his physical attributes, from the way Keith's nails would scratch against Shiro's rough skin and the way he looked when he laughed and felt at peace, to the warm eyes that always seemed to be staring at him. But he still needed so much more than that to think of his new friend, and he'd only just begun to consider asking to take care of his wounds when the mer dived down in a blink of an eye, a small splashing sound being heard when he slid under the surface of the water. Since it was nighttime, Keith couldn't see him properly. He made out slight movements under the water, and he pulled his leg only a little to the top, the same idiotic part of him still screaming at him that this was a trip, that it had to be a trap. All those kind looks and curious stares. He was quickly proved wrong however, when Shiro's tail came up and splashed clumsily, and Keith only slightly covered his face.
That was the closest he ever could get himself to go with water. Just silent admiration, like watching a crush from afar.
Keith caught sight of the makeshift fin though, covered in kelp and plastic. It wasn't a bad idea. No, really, it was actually very creative. This man was smart. Yet he couldn't help but pity him and want to lift off this pain, and he couldn't even begin to guess the reason behind all of those injuries. It sent a shiver down his spine. But, for now, he banished those thoughts and focused on the present. He didn't care to state the plain; he was going to take care of Shiro, there was no question nor discussion. He only slightly reeled back when the merman came up once more, rocks in his arms and dropping them on the wood, clinking and thumping against the surface. He raised an eyebrow, already beginning to wonder if this was another gift, before he stopped himself. He needed to learn to depend on the way Shiro tried to explain things, for once in his life cease jumping to conclusions on his own. Strange. It was almost akin to intimate trust.
He watched with intent as those gills worked their function. The amount of rocks was absolutely ridiculous. He leaned forward a bit closer and saw that they were different. In colors, shapes and sizes, and he immediately realized Shiro was trying to speak to him using a form of communication he thought would bring them together. Keith couldn't promise anything, but he made a silent oath to try his best, because all it did was bring a curious look and an intrigued smile on the creature's face. That beautiful, otherworldly face. "Uh.. snow?" he asked when Shiro brought up the cold white stone, tilting his head to the right, trying to understand. Soon, the warm, yellow rock came to replace it, and Keith narrowed his eyes a little more. "Sun? Oh!" He began to nod vigorously.
"Summer and winter. Hm, I understand." He nodded one last time with a faint smile before he began to count the rocks in his head quickly, his eyes darting over them and trying to make sense of it. "26 winters, 27 summers.. that's how old you are, right?" He asked, so sure about the answer that he didn't stare up at him for long, and instead enthusiastically began to subtract 6 rocks from winter and 6 rocks from summer, until he was left with 20 winters and 21 summers, and he grinned up at Shiro, already enjoying this method of communication as he leaned back again, eyes on his reaction.
So far, he knew the merman's name, and memorized all of his physical attributes, from the way Keith's nails would scratch against Shiro's rough skin and the way he looked when he laughed and felt at peace, to the warm eyes that always seemed to be staring at him. But he still needed so much more than that to think of his new friend, and he'd only just begun to consider asking to take care of his wounds when the mer dived down in a blink of an eye, a small splashing sound being heard when he slid under the surface of the water. Since it was nighttime, Keith couldn't see him properly. He made out slight movements under the water, and he pulled his leg only a little to the top, the same idiotic part of him still screaming at him that this was a trip, that it had to be a trap. All those kind looks and curious stares. He was quickly proved wrong however, when Shiro's tail came up and splashed clumsily, and Keith only slightly covered his face.
That was the closest he ever could get himself to go with water. Just silent admiration, like watching a crush from afar.
Keith caught sight of the makeshift fin though, covered in kelp and plastic. It wasn't a bad idea. No, really, it was actually very creative. This man was smart. Yet he couldn't help but pity him and want to lift off this pain, and he couldn't even begin to guess the reason behind all of those injuries. It sent a shiver down his spine. But, for now, he banished those thoughts and focused on the present. He didn't care to state the plain; he was going to take care of Shiro, there was no question nor discussion. He only slightly reeled back when the merman came up once more, rocks in his arms and dropping them on the wood, clinking and thumping against the surface. He raised an eyebrow, already beginning to wonder if this was another gift, before he stopped himself. He needed to learn to depend on the way Shiro tried to explain things, for once in his life cease jumping to conclusions on his own. Strange. It was almost akin to intimate trust.
He watched with intent as those gills worked their function. The amount of rocks was absolutely ridiculous. He leaned forward a bit closer and saw that they were different. In colors, shapes and sizes, and he immediately realized Shiro was trying to speak to him using a form of communication he thought would bring them together. Keith couldn't promise anything, but he made a silent oath to try his best, because all it did was bring a curious look and an intrigued smile on the creature's face. That beautiful, otherworldly face. "Uh.. snow?" he asked when Shiro brought up the cold white stone, tilting his head to the right, trying to understand. Soon, the warm, yellow rock came to replace it, and Keith narrowed his eyes a little more. "Sun? Oh!" He began to nod vigorously.
"Summer and winter. Hm, I understand." He nodded one last time with a faint smile before he began to count the rocks in his head quickly, his eyes darting over them and trying to make sense of it. "26 winters, 27 summers.. that's how old you are, right?" He asked, so sure about the answer that he didn't stare up at him for long, and instead enthusiastically began to subtract 6 rocks from winter and 6 rocks from summer, until he was left with 20 winters and 21 summers, and he grinned up at Shiro, already enjoying this method of communication as he leaned back again, eyes on his reaction.
@camlinWould you mind if I were to develop Asnye and Tonor instead? While you take on Frithe, Camemare and Dra Snil? I figured my character is from Asnye so I might as well focus on building it ^^ Also, the shopkeeper could make a memorable NPC.
Ｅｌｌｉｅ－Ｍａｉ Ｃｏｃｈｒａｎ
Whitecrest, Asnye
14
"When you're in the darkness, you only sink deeper into it. Keep the light shining."
- Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)
- Kenzo Tenma (Naoki Urasawa's Monster)
Dear Miss Ellie-Mai,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Kinealle School of Magecraft. Please find enclosed a list of necessary equipment.
We request that you present yourself outside the southern gate of the city of Whitecrest, Asnye by eleven o'clock in the morning on the first of September for transport to Kinealle. Please dress warmly. Luggage should not exceed forty pounds.
If required, reimbursement for the cost of equipment and travel will be available upon your departure, up to the amount of five gold nobles.
Yours sincerely,
Whilma Hare
Mage of Kinealle;
Assistant to the Head Mage
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Kinealle School of Magecraft. Please find enclosed a list of necessary equipment.
We request that you present yourself outside the southern gate of the city of Whitecrest, Asnye by eleven o'clock in the morning on the first of September for transport to Kinealle. Please dress warmly. Luggage should not exceed forty pounds.
If required, reimbursement for the cost of equipment and travel will be available upon your departure, up to the amount of five gold nobles.
Yours sincerely,
Whilma Hare
Mage of Kinealle;
Assistant to the Head Mage
Ellie couldn't believe it.
Parchment in hand, seal gleaming in the sunlight, her heart swelling as porcelain blue eyes skidded over every word, her mind was too busy buzzing around to comprehend the situation. Such an arcane school, Kinealle of all the schools in White Asnye, invited her. To roam its candle-lit halls, to learn and teach others, to care for her dragon friend for years to come. It's everything the fourteen-year old ever hoped for, ever wished. Ever since she was born, she yearned to fly, to meld herself with magic, light, hope and adventure. She wasn't the happiest teenager in the world, and only seeing snow for a lifetime was like a nightmare to her. That's why she latched onto this opportunity, the fancy words written on paper, and held it close to her heart, tears of joy forming in her eyes. Nothing ever felt as exciting, and her heart began to thump in her chest, childishly squealing before she descended the stairs to the kitchen, dress almost making her trip on her way down before she told her sisters, her youngest brother and her mother. And as she had already guessed, her mother had that hunch.
Parchment in hand, seal gleaming in the sunlight, her heart swelling as porcelain blue eyes skidded over every word, her mind was too busy buzzing around to comprehend the situation. Such an arcane school, Kinealle of all the schools in White Asnye, invited her. To roam its candle-lit halls, to learn and teach others, to care for her dragon friend for years to come. It's everything the fourteen-year old ever hoped for, ever wished. Ever since she was born, she yearned to fly, to meld herself with magic, light, hope and adventure. She wasn't the happiest teenager in the world, and only seeing snow for a lifetime was like a nightmare to her. That's why she latched onto this opportunity, the fancy words written on paper, and held it close to her heart, tears of joy forming in her eyes. Nothing ever felt as exciting, and her heart began to thump in her chest, childishly squealing before she descended the stairs to the kitchen, dress almost making her trip on her way down before she told her sisters, her youngest brother and her mother. And as she had already guessed, her mother had that hunch.
Days passed, and soon came the morn of the first of September. It was 9 in the morning, 2 hours prior to where she had to be in Central Whitecrest. She lived in the neighborhood, so the ride to the southern gate wouldn't take too long of her precious time. Once outside her door, Ellie-Mai skipped over to the stables and grabbed Osla, her lifelong horse and friend. If it hadn't been for the slight change of weather, there would have been heavy snow gracing the land in its entirety, but thankfully the snow was low enough for a horse to gallop through. Giving her a small treat for the ride, she wasted no time in mounting her, eventually taking off. 15 minutes, as she'd calculated, and two boys and one girl bumped into her when she dismounted. Fairly close to giving them a piece of her mind, Ellie decided against it. She had other things to worry about. "Okay.." she hummed to herself, bringing out the letter and reading aloud:
Incoming students will require:
Three sets of plain work robes (black)
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (leather)
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
One pair of boots (black leather)
1 magical focus (wand, athame, or similar)
1 cauldron (pewter, 12-inch diameter)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set glass stirrers
1 set brass scales
One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
One pair of protective gloves (leather)
One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
One pair of boots (black leather)
1 magical focus (wand, athame, or similar)
1 cauldron (pewter, 12-inch diameter)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 set glass stirrers
1 set brass scales
As she read, the crowds beside her in the bustling city didn't make her flinch for a second. She'd gotten quite to this. The people of Asnye barely let the cold stop them, and 300 years ago people used to battle dragons on this very land. This land of snow and ice, with one color on the spectrum; white. They were usually the loud kind of people, people nobody would love being surrounded by when awoken at five in the morning, yet it never stopped them. Ellie used to hate this about her people, but soon she grew warmer to it. It made her feel less alone. So, with the guidance of the children, women and men's voices outside at the moment, the blonde moved through the snow in her skirt, her brown stockings doing little to warm her up as she ventured through. Her eyes came across the first shop she met in the marketplace, and she wasted no time in pushing the door open, eyes curiously looking inside.
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