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Before heading off for class, Hiri took one last look at her new dormitory room. Furnished with little more than a desk, a bed, and a simple closet, along with several crates half-filled with her personal belongings, it was still somewhat plain-looking for the time being. Soon enough, however, she'd learn to call it home. After all, it was where she would live for the next several years as part of her studies to become a full-fledged mage. And all of that began with today. She made her way down the halls of the residential building before taking a step outside onto the campus grounds.
Amongst the various schools of magic, perhaps the most well-known institution in the Kingdom of Elynsor was the prestigious Royal Magic Academy, located near the heart of the capital city. Hiri was to be one of its newest students, one of many who would learn the use of the region's five 'recognized' elements--fire, water, earth, lightning, and also the one with which she was already quite familiar with: wind. There were others that humans could exert control over, which the girl knew of thanks to no small amount of time spent overseas, but as far as those living on the Western Continent were concerned, the standard five were all a given caster ever needed to know. They were the five that were extensively researched by an elite group of Elynsor's mages; the Academy's own faculty and graduates.
Of those, preliminary testing naturally declared her a "Wind Major." Graduates of the Royal Magic Academy were required to be competent in casting basic gates of all five elements while specializing in using one of them, which was determined by their academic advisors. Today, on her first day of class, she'd start the road to learning all of these, as per her mother's wishes. It wasn't the first day for everyone else, but her existing skill in wind magic was recognizable enough that the faculty ruled it acceptable for her to join mid-quarter.
Along with a new school came new clothes. Hiri's outfit, the standard uniform worn by attendees of the Royal Magic Academy, was made up of a white mantle that covered her shoulders, a green top to signify Wind as her specialty element, and a matching tartan-patterned skirt. The last of those articles was rather short by some standards, failing to even cover her knees, but outside of the lack of modesty, it hadn't proved to be too much of a hassle in this case, given how nice the day already proved to be. For as early as it was, the weather was absolutely delightful, with the sun providing its warm light over the campus grounds. Few places were quite as well-maintained as the Academy, and one could tell with a simple glance at its lush gardens and glistening white spires. It was a facility fit for nobles--indeed, the vast majority of those who attended were either possessed of rare, prodigal magical technique, or vast amounts of wealth on their parents side.
When the half-Talean beauty stepped into the classroom, several pairs of eyes could be felt upon her in an instant. She definitely wasn't late, but even then, a handful of students were sitting at their desks already, waiting for class to start. While these early attendees all differed from each other in various ways, such as hair and eye color, height, gender, and so on, they were much more pale in complexion than she was, and this difference earned Hiri her fair share of surprised looks. The only three girls in class thus far sat in a group, and while one of them flashed her a polite smile, none of them made any outstanding efforts to greet the wind mage. Towards the back of the classroom, in the corner opposite the trio, reclined a young man with messy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He sat with a furrowed brow and a noticeably frustrated look on his face as he stared into an open book, trying to make sense of its contents.
And in the front was a considerably softer-faced male student, attractive by many standards and with neatly combed brown hair, although it shined as if it were still wet. While he was almost too neat, the smile he showed Hiri was a most friendly one, and unlike the others, he didn't hesitate to get up from his seat and actually greet her. The brown accents on his attire were characteristic of an Earth Major, and his white outer coat was finely pressed, in contrast to his grumbling classmate seated to the far end of the room.
"Hello," said the stranger. "I'm guessing you're new here? If you're looking for Professor Averill's classroom, then you're in the right place. I did hear a few rumors about a new student possiby coming to join us in the middle of this quarter. It doesn't happen very often, so ah, please pardon the others if you would," he added in a lower voice towards the end. "I'm Alahan, by the way. Welcome to the class."
As he spoke, the small group of girls peered over to Hiri, and none could succeed in hiding the shock upon their faces, as if it were an offense in itself that the newcomer was even interacting with the handsome Earth mage. If it went by looks alone, he was easily out of their league to begin with--though certainly not out of the half-Talean's.
But before she could get too comfortable, several more students began to filter in, giving mixed reactions to Hiri's presence. Besides that of the three girls in the west corner, however, none of those were overwhelmingly negative. Most simply looked surprised, while others gave her curious looks or sheepish, polite smiles at the very least. The classroom filled up over the span of the next few minutes with the other students. A look at the time would tell Hiri that the official class should have had already begun--and yet there was no instructor to be seen. About five seats were empty, so it wasn't quite clear as to where she should sit just yet, or which one was assigned to her. There was a bit of chattering, then confused silence as others began to notice the professor's tardiness.
Then, six minutes after the designated starting time, a woman dressed in teachers' attire made her way into the room. She had short red hair done up in a bun, though not with the amount of care that most women her age typically took, and small, round spectacles, which were seen to be crooked as she hurried in. In her arms were several books stuffed with various papers, and already it became somewhat difficult to imagine her as a particularly organized individual.
"H-Hi," she stammered. "Sorry, I've been, uh, running a bit late," said the woman before dropping her pile of books on the desk, which caused several loose sheets of parchment to fly about before sliding onto the floor. "Oh, s-shucks," she mumbled before stooping down to try and gather them. She took a deep breath after the task was finished, adjusting her glasses and finally looking to the newcomer. "Wait, you're... oh, how rude of me! I'm Professor Averill," she greeted, smiling and nodding her head. "You must be, uhmm, what was it... Hiri?"
Once she gained the Wind Major's confirmation, she would then turn to the rest of the class. "Yes! Uh, this is our newest student, Hiri. As you can tell, her major is Wind, and... um, I don't actually remember the rest..." she trailed off, trying to look through her jumble of notes for data on her updated roster, with little success. "She'll be joining us a little late this quarter, but if... I, remember correctly she does know a thing or two about Wind magic, sooo I'm sure it shouldn't be too difficult. Please do help her with reviewing some of the material if she has any questions, o-okay?" It was something of a wonder how such a disorganized person could be considered a master-level mage, and if Hiri didn't think so, then it was plain to see on some of the students' faces that they still did, despite accepting her as their instructor. "Hiri, why don't you tell the class a little something about yourself?"
Amongst the various schools of magic, perhaps the most well-known institution in the Kingdom of Elynsor was the prestigious Royal Magic Academy, located near the heart of the capital city. Hiri was to be one of its newest students, one of many who would learn the use of the region's five 'recognized' elements--fire, water, earth, lightning, and also the one with which she was already quite familiar with: wind. There were others that humans could exert control over, which the girl knew of thanks to no small amount of time spent overseas, but as far as those living on the Western Continent were concerned, the standard five were all a given caster ever needed to know. They were the five that were extensively researched by an elite group of Elynsor's mages; the Academy's own faculty and graduates.
Of those, preliminary testing naturally declared her a "Wind Major." Graduates of the Royal Magic Academy were required to be competent in casting basic gates of all five elements while specializing in using one of them, which was determined by their academic advisors. Today, on her first day of class, she'd start the road to learning all of these, as per her mother's wishes. It wasn't the first day for everyone else, but her existing skill in wind magic was recognizable enough that the faculty ruled it acceptable for her to join mid-quarter.
Along with a new school came new clothes. Hiri's outfit, the standard uniform worn by attendees of the Royal Magic Academy, was made up of a white mantle that covered her shoulders, a green top to signify Wind as her specialty element, and a matching tartan-patterned skirt. The last of those articles was rather short by some standards, failing to even cover her knees, but outside of the lack of modesty, it hadn't proved to be too much of a hassle in this case, given how nice the day already proved to be. For as early as it was, the weather was absolutely delightful, with the sun providing its warm light over the campus grounds. Few places were quite as well-maintained as the Academy, and one could tell with a simple glance at its lush gardens and glistening white spires. It was a facility fit for nobles--indeed, the vast majority of those who attended were either possessed of rare, prodigal magical technique, or vast amounts of wealth on their parents side.
When the half-Talean beauty stepped into the classroom, several pairs of eyes could be felt upon her in an instant. She definitely wasn't late, but even then, a handful of students were sitting at their desks already, waiting for class to start. While these early attendees all differed from each other in various ways, such as hair and eye color, height, gender, and so on, they were much more pale in complexion than she was, and this difference earned Hiri her fair share of surprised looks. The only three girls in class thus far sat in a group, and while one of them flashed her a polite smile, none of them made any outstanding efforts to greet the wind mage. Towards the back of the classroom, in the corner opposite the trio, reclined a young man with messy blonde hair and hazel eyes. He sat with a furrowed brow and a noticeably frustrated look on his face as he stared into an open book, trying to make sense of its contents.
And in the front was a considerably softer-faced male student, attractive by many standards and with neatly combed brown hair, although it shined as if it were still wet. While he was almost too neat, the smile he showed Hiri was a most friendly one, and unlike the others, he didn't hesitate to get up from his seat and actually greet her. The brown accents on his attire were characteristic of an Earth Major, and his white outer coat was finely pressed, in contrast to his grumbling classmate seated to the far end of the room.
"Hello," said the stranger. "I'm guessing you're new here? If you're looking for Professor Averill's classroom, then you're in the right place. I did hear a few rumors about a new student possiby coming to join us in the middle of this quarter. It doesn't happen very often, so ah, please pardon the others if you would," he added in a lower voice towards the end. "I'm Alahan, by the way. Welcome to the class."
As he spoke, the small group of girls peered over to Hiri, and none could succeed in hiding the shock upon their faces, as if it were an offense in itself that the newcomer was even interacting with the handsome Earth mage. If it went by looks alone, he was easily out of their league to begin with--though certainly not out of the half-Talean's.
But before she could get too comfortable, several more students began to filter in, giving mixed reactions to Hiri's presence. Besides that of the three girls in the west corner, however, none of those were overwhelmingly negative. Most simply looked surprised, while others gave her curious looks or sheepish, polite smiles at the very least. The classroom filled up over the span of the next few minutes with the other students. A look at the time would tell Hiri that the official class should have had already begun--and yet there was no instructor to be seen. About five seats were empty, so it wasn't quite clear as to where she should sit just yet, or which one was assigned to her. There was a bit of chattering, then confused silence as others began to notice the professor's tardiness.
Then, six minutes after the designated starting time, a woman dressed in teachers' attire made her way into the room. She had short red hair done up in a bun, though not with the amount of care that most women her age typically took, and small, round spectacles, which were seen to be crooked as she hurried in. In her arms were several books stuffed with various papers, and already it became somewhat difficult to imagine her as a particularly organized individual.
"H-Hi," she stammered. "Sorry, I've been, uh, running a bit late," said the woman before dropping her pile of books on the desk, which caused several loose sheets of parchment to fly about before sliding onto the floor. "Oh, s-shucks," she mumbled before stooping down to try and gather them. She took a deep breath after the task was finished, adjusting her glasses and finally looking to the newcomer. "Wait, you're... oh, how rude of me! I'm Professor Averill," she greeted, smiling and nodding her head. "You must be, uhmm, what was it... Hiri?"
Once she gained the Wind Major's confirmation, she would then turn to the rest of the class. "Yes! Uh, this is our newest student, Hiri. As you can tell, her major is Wind, and... um, I don't actually remember the rest..." she trailed off, trying to look through her jumble of notes for data on her updated roster, with little success. "She'll be joining us a little late this quarter, but if... I, remember correctly she does know a thing or two about Wind magic, sooo I'm sure it shouldn't be too difficult. Please do help her with reviewing some of the material if she has any questions, o-okay?" It was something of a wonder how such a disorganized person could be considered a master-level mage, and if Hiri didn't think so, then it was plain to see on some of the students' faces that they still did, despite accepting her as their instructor. "Hiri, why don't you tell the class a little something about yourself?"