LadyTale

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

As for your last IC post, JDizzle, Sithra could talk to Corry. Dark elves should stick together, right?

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

I honestly have no opinion on this. I mean, on another forum, I would come back after a few hours and have 100+ posts to read through, so I don't really care.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

That would be appreciated, thank you, @KRAZY J - Sithra actually prefers the company of dark creatures, like herself.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Would someone mind interacting with Sithra and/or Aenor? There's not much I can do when neither of them want to talk to anyone.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

After he eventually came out of the spell, Aenor no longer wanted to converse with anyone. With hands that trembled almost imperceptibly, he pulled one of his books of healing magic out of his bag and opened it to a random page.

Sithra was getting bored. She started whistling one of favorite songs, New York Minute by Don Henley. True, it was a sad song, but she liked it nonetheless.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

I should probably warn you all, my posting schedule is... erratic.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Aenor stiffened as the spell took hold, closing his eyes in pain. Despite the unconcerned, charming exterior he put on for others and the racial animosity he showed to dark elves, his past was not a good one. It took all his willpower to keep his face neutral; he didn't want anyone to know about the dark history he had hoped to leave behind.

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Name: Sithra Leren'kuar
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Halfling Race: Dark elf
Appearance: Black skin (truly black, not dark brown), silver hair, purple eyes, lithe, 5'7". She wears black cargo shorts, a dark blue crop top, and combat boots
Personal belongings with them: a set of five throwing knives and a jade hairpin that can be used as a knife

Name: Aenor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Halfling Race: Light elf
Appearance: Pale skin, golden hair, crystal blue eyes, slim, 5'8". He is always elegantly attired in white pants, a white longcoat, a light blue dress shirt, and white dress shoes
Personal belongings with them: a set of magic books given to him by his father

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Although she appeared to be dozing, Sithra was alert to everything going on around her, listening in on conversations. That would help her figure out who was a potential ally and who was an enemy.

Aenor turned to the person sitting to his left. "Greetings." He said amiably. "I am Aenor. Might I have your name?"

Magical Academy for Gifted Individuals and Clerics: a.k.a M.A.G.I.C.

Settling herself, Sithra crossed her arms and leaned back, closing her eyes. She had no intention of starting a conversation with anyone near her; with her luck, they'd all be drow-haters. Drow was what she called herself, preferring to eliminate even the smallest connection to the light elves.

Aenor seated himself and put on his seatbelt. Now that the dark elf was far away from him, he relaxed and let a slight smile curve his lips. Perhaps the trip would be bearable.