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Guess what! There's a lake at Windsor Academy! You already knew? oh....well anyway it's a pretty big lake. I'm not sure but I think it wasn't here first. It's rectangular and east of the main path that leads to the castle. It's pretty cold, like any lake, and lies parallel to the training fields. I can't describe it very well so why don't you take a look for yourself and tell me what you think of it. (I'll add anyone elses descriptions to this main post.)

Pell walked out of the classroom and to the far side of the lake where there was enough shade that he could take off his hat safely. On his way there he thought he heard something. Is that ... crying? Oh well, it's none of my business. Especially since I don't even know anyone here yet.
He preferred to stay out of anyones business just as a fact of how he was raised so he simply sat in the shade of a large tree by the lakes edge. He sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair, looking at the sun through the leaves. His next class wouldn't be for a while so he simply decided to sit down and try to take in some of his new surroundings.
((This comes from over there.Fire Elemental Class))

After her students had left class, Alsiria let the flames in the cauldron and braziers die away. She closed the doors and locked the room up, and then hurried to her other classroom, the room for Beastology, where she sat down at her desk and started to read through one of the books she had brought with her, still trying to decide which creature she would teach about first.

About an hour had passed, and Alsiria was now locking the doors to her Beastology class and making way out of the V.A.L. building, towards the lake. What a lovely sight 'twas! The waters were calm, tranquil, and all of nature seemed to be at peace with the world. One of her students, the blind girl, was sitting near the lake.

"Poor dear...looks a little lonely. I think I'll go speak with her; that way we can both get to know each other a little better. That would be quite helpful."

Indeed. Getting to know each of her students on a more personal level was something Alsiria desired. In doing so, she would learn their flaws and strengths, and it would help her make them feel more comfortable. Her boots slid across the damp, grassy grounds as she continued forward.

Her lips folded into a small smile as she grew closer to the girl. About two feet away, she stopped, and spoke, voice soft...soothing...warm, "Well, hello there dear."

Mathew had just arrived at the new school he was to teach in, and already was relaxing on the side of the lake near the practice field. His class wasn't scheduled for a while yet, and he had a demonstration in mind so he was in a deep meditation. Swirling around him could be seen the occasional whisps of what seemed to be white smoke but it was just excess power leaking off of him, or that was the easiest was to describe it.

He floated deep in personal thought, going through his checklist. Well ... I'm here and it seems to be rather pleasent. Someone took my things to my room when I arrived, but I still haven't checked my class roster. Oh well, I guess that just makes the class more surprising for everybody. I guess all that's left is to wait to open my class, or wait for somebody to poke me in the eye and tell me to open it. He mentally chuckled to himself.

Mackenzie nodded politely in acknowledgment of her name, but when the teacher mentioned her appearance and its relation to her recent melencholy she flinched and wondered if the slight warmth she was feeling was the afternoon sun or if she was blushing. "Is it that obvious? I- I tried to clean up." She turned away slightly and took a few deep breaths to keep herself calm. "It's nothing really, I just..." she took another deep breath. "Teenage hormones I guess." She put on a smile and forced herself to keep her voice light. If she thought too hard about what had caused the breakdown she'd only cry again. In front of a stranger, and someone she hardly knew, that wasn't acceptable.

Not being willing to break down in front of someone didn't mean she would be rude. "Thank you for your concern, but I'm really all right." She stood and brushed herself off, mentally wincing at the sand that stubbornly clung to her feet. That was going to irritate her for the rest of the day.

Mathew rose from where he had been meditating. That's enough of that, besides if I go on too long I might forget my fun idea. He laughed maniacally, in his own head of course.

He walked slowly, and without making a sound, around the lake and towards the L.E.A building. Towards his class.

((ooc - I went over here. Clerical Arts))

From the girl's reaction, it seemed to Alsiria that she was feeling a bit better. This brought another smile to her face, "Oh...alright."

Well then. The girl certainly seemed anxious as well, which caught Alsiria a bit off guard. Nonetheless, she was glad the student apparently wanted to learn more. She felt remorse in the fact that she had not done more with the students her first class, but there was nothing she could do about that now. They would have more time to do things next class; she was sure of that.

Alsiria stood, eyes staring off into the span of the lake, "Tomorrow afternoon then. I shall be waiting for you in my elemental magic classroom. Suits you, yes?"

She turned to the girl, and instinctively offered her hand to help the girl to her feet, forgetting for a moment that she was blind, and probably wouldn't see the hand, "Will that be alright for you, dear?"

((Jaycee has had a long day. Cutting off arms and all, he just came from this class))

As Pell neared the lake, Jaycee gradually slowed to a stop, his dark eyes focusing intently on the figures further down the shore. The irony of the sitatuation struck him, and a faint smile crept over his entire face. He had trailed after one of the other students simply because he didn't know where to go next, and he had found the very person he was looking for. God was being kind to him. Stepping up his pace and changing his course, Jaycee headed towards his fire professor and the little elf she was talking to.

Once he neared them, his soft steps slowed, then ceased.. He didn't have much to say to the fire professor after her rather short class, so he would wait until she left. Folding his hands neatly behind him, he turned so that he could still see the two figures, but so it appeared he was looking out over the lake. Although he felt a bit foolish, he had commited himself to a course of action, and regretting things you had done was pointless. So rather than think about that, he occupied himself with the gentle sound of the water, and the rippled reflection of the afternoon sky.