malin
Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2012
- Location
- with Carmen Sandiego
The Tristanian Academy of Magic is one of the most renown schools in the world. Each year Aristocrats from all over Tristan, as well as near by nations, join the school and gain an education in the magical arts. This is the story of five such students, and the events that surround their lives.
"Impressive isn't it?" Keaten let out a rather satisfied smile as he spoke out loud. He was a second year student, but rather new to the five pointed academy. His training had up until the start of this term been covered under another school in the country of Gallia. Stretching his arms today was a rather bright and sun filled day, and he let the sun fall on his face as he looked up at the sky. He gave a small yawn for a moment seeing the hawk that he thought he had been talking too several miles above him clearly unable to hear him.
"Well fine if you want to be like that, ignore me." It was rare that an aristocrat couldn't control their familiar, but not completely impossible. It usually happened when they were unskilled, and that definition did kind of fit. getting off of the borrowed horse and standing up on the cobble stone walk way to the main building he let out a small sigh.
"I guess they didn't send out anyone to welcome me..." He said lightly it would have been nice to have a guide around campus, but he could live without one for now. Classes wouldn't start till tomorrow, and he did see a few students around the courtyard, but for the moment he just felt kind of lost.
"Impressive isn't it?" Keaten let out a rather satisfied smile as he spoke out loud. He was a second year student, but rather new to the five pointed academy. His training had up until the start of this term been covered under another school in the country of Gallia. Stretching his arms today was a rather bright and sun filled day, and he let the sun fall on his face as he looked up at the sky. He gave a small yawn for a moment seeing the hawk that he thought he had been talking too several miles above him clearly unable to hear him.
"Well fine if you want to be like that, ignore me." It was rare that an aristocrat couldn't control their familiar, but not completely impossible. It usually happened when they were unskilled, and that definition did kind of fit. getting off of the borrowed horse and standing up on the cobble stone walk way to the main building he let out a small sigh.
"I guess they didn't send out anyone to welcome me..." He said lightly it would have been nice to have a guide around campus, but he could live without one for now. Classes wouldn't start till tomorrow, and he did see a few students around the courtyard, but for the moment he just felt kind of lost.