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"Thaurer Nwalmear," The headmaster looked over paperwork, reading the girl's name outloud who sat in front of him. She had taken off her hood to reveal pale features, long black hair and a black cloth covering her eyes. "Your papers seem to be in order and you've met the requirements."

The girl nodded. "Sir, if I may, I have one request."

"Yes, speak," The headmaster nodded, a formed habit, one he repeated even though the woman could not see.

"While I stay here, I would prefer my name to be Ita'istar, not Thaurer." The girl waited patiently, her hands folded in her lap. She was a half elf, her name a symbol of a birth she had no control over. Her request hid the fact, changing her first name from naming her an abominable creation to an illusionist. It was a small request, easy enough to fullfill.

After a few moments Seolo nodded. "I will allow it, for a time."

The girl tilted her head slightly, as though to catch his words better when he spoke the last. She paused a moment, then nodded.
"Thank you Headmaster," She bowed her head to him. "If all is in order, may I gather my things?"

The Headmaster smirked at her forwardness. "Yes, I'll have one of the teachers escort you."

She nodded and stood, slipping the strap to the small bag beside her over her shoulder and taking a step to the side. Turning toward where she had entered she clapped her hands, finding the open doorway and the teacher standing just outside. She strode forward, pulling her hood over her head to hide her impeded sight.

"Come my dear," The woman smiled, Ita could hear it in her voice. "Lets get you settled in."

Ita smiled, her features warm and welcoming. "Thank you my lady," She bowed, allowing the woman to carry her suitcase. She clapped her hands, following along beside the woman, who gave her enough room to keep her pathway clear.

Ita walked through the door to her first class, her hood drawn over her face, enough to cover the delicate cloth around her eyes. She snapped her fingers, waiting for the revirbrations. She could 'see' four or five students already in the room. There was an immensely large table taking up most of the room with roughly around 10 to 12 seats around it. The teacher sat at the frontal position of the stone tabe, a small woman, most likely a dwarf considering she had a beard. One thing that would always amaze her about the dwarves, besides the fact that they could grow facial hair, was the fact that their women looked so much like their men. Being of elven background, she was certainly not used to that at all.

She snapped her fingners again, finding an empty seat toward the far side of the room where few people would need to get by her and sat down. Putting her hands to the table she found a carving in the stone before her. Some sort of enchantment circle she was certain, considering the class.

Finally the little dwarven teacher stood, barely any taller than she had been sitting down, after all the students had entered and class had begun.

"This is one of the many enchantment classes offered here at Recolo Maiestas," The dwarven woman spoke gruffly, her voice harsh though Ita was certain it wasn't intended. "I am Gihmat and I will be teaching this class. Any questions? Any desired schedule changes?" Before anyone could reply she clapped her hands loudly, "Great! Lets get started!" A large smile spread across her features as she reached forward to grab a book and a small stone trinket from before her. "Lets begin!" She touched one hand to the book and rubbed the trinket.

The symbol in front of Ita seemed to be shifting, creating something. She jerked her hands away as a book appeared. She reached out her hands again, her fingertips grazing the binding and front cover. She could hear the students flipping through thier books and expressing thier excitement in seeing the first enchantment of the class, marking the beginning of the first year.

Ita smiled, openning the book and holding her hand above it. She snapped her fingers, looking closely at the pages. The words became clear for an instant and she smiled, pulling her hood down.

Gihmat looked over at her, at first thinking the girl rude and ready to give her a gruff retort for being loud in class unnecissarily. Then she noticed the cloth around her eyes and stopped, watching her a moment as she snapped again. Satisfied, she looked away, ready to begin class.

As class continued the students were given the basics. Each were given a list of enchantments and pages to find which stones went with which incantation. All basic enchantments meant to teach principals, nothing more.

Ita smiled, carefully going over each page, touching the pictures when she could see them that way, snapping her fingers when she could not. Finally class adjourned and the students were set free. Ita remained at her desk, snapping her fingers to see the pages, still enthrawled with the written words.

One girl walked up to her, touching her shoulder lightly. Ita jerked her cloaked eyes toward the girl, snapping her fingers again in front of the stranger as she did so. A fairly tall student, dressed in casual clothing and slightly quizical.

"Um, I was noticing the way you read your book..." The girl stuttered slightly, shuffling her feet. "If you need it, my friends and I would be happy to help you..."

Ita smiled slightly, almost sadly, then her smile spread into a large grin that seemed to light up her features entirely.

"I can normally read the books just fine, and the print is high enough for me to decifer it, but I would love to have someone in the class to help me study a bit!" Ita held out her hand. "My name's Ita'Istar, but most people call me Ita." Her pointed ears twitched slightly as the girl before her shifted her books to allow herself the free arm to shake Ita's hand.

"Name's Morgan," Morgan smiled. "Pleased to meet you."

"As I'm sure you both realise, your next classes should be starting soon," Gihmat shook her bearded head at the two girls. "You should talk while moving..."

Ita stood, grabbing up her things quickly. "Oh! Yes, thank you ma'am!" She bowed to the dwarf, then headed quickly out of the class, snapping the fingers of her free hand to see her way. In the halls, the noise from the students caused her to hault in her tracks. Were it silent, it would be easier for her to navigate. However, with all the voices, she was 'seeing' everything bounced off in a hundred directions.

"Um, do you need some help?" Morgan watched Ita's smile fade.

"Actually... Could you tell me where my next class is?" Ita offered Morgan a small smile. "There's just a lot of noise and I can't concentrate it to where I can read..."

"Sure! It's no problem!" Morgan took hold of the paper and read it aloud. "Hall seven, should be third door on the left... Can you make it there alright?"

"Oh yea, I'll be fine!" Ita smiled. "Hurry or you'll be late to your own class! It was wonderful meeting you, and thank you again for the invitation!"

"No problem! See you around!" The girl waved just as Ita raised her hand to do the same. Once she was certain the woman was gone, Ita sighed, turning to the croud.

"Hall Seven... You must be joking..." She took a breath and headed into the croud, reaching out with one hand to navigate her way. As she made her way down the hallway, someone bumped into her side, setting her off balance and knocking her into another student, who oddly enough felt like a large rug. "Oh!" Ita clutched her books, refusing to drop them. Luckily, the person she'd hit had a sturdy build and didn't fall over, the solid stature even preventing her own fall.

"I'm sorry!" She stood on her own again quickly. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Hurt me? You barely touched me!" She heard the male voice boom. "You look like you're having some trouble... Where are you headed?"

"Um... Hall seven, third door on the left," Ita replied.

"Good! I'm headed by that way too!" By now she'd recognized the voice as a minotaur. That would explain all the fur she'd hit. "Come on, feather foot, I'll take you by your class." Before she could object he swept her up off her feet as though she weighed no more than an ounce and headed off down the hallway toward the class. Once there, he deposited her into a desk and took one of his own near hers. "There, that was easy." He grinned.

Ita, once seated, dropped her books down onto the table top. She'd never been through a crowd that fast before and she felt a little frazzled having been carried through it instead of lead as she normally was. "Yes... uh, quite..." She took a breath to help gather her bearings and tightenned the cloth over her eyes. "Uh, thank you, by the way."

"Hey, no problem!" The minotaur leaned back in his chair, causing it to squeak, and pop, threating to break. He didn't seem worried, instead he simply settled and got comfortable, waiting for class to begin.

((Oooo that was long... sorry! LoL sweatdrop ))

As the chair continued to crack and pop with the minotaur's settling, Ita turned to grin at him. She'd pulled her hood over her head again to cover the cloth on her eyes. Her nose and mouth were still easily seen.

"I'd imagine that chair will break if you're not too careful," She almost giggled but refrained herself.

"Break? You're kidding! These things are sturdier than the strongest warhammer!" He grinned, slamming his fist down on the front of his desk.

Ita jumped, but didn't hear the table break. Her jaw dropped slightly.

"The tables are enchanted then?" She moved her fingers across her own table, feeling the structure.

"Oh yea! They'd have to be considering-"

"-Considering that class has begun and talking has ceased," Mr. Stevens glared down at Ita and the minotaur. Once he was satisfied that no one would speak, he gave a small nod and stood from his desk. "My name is Mr. Stevens and class has begun. You will be learning some offensive spells in this class, and as a result a few defensive as well. Try not to play around, I'd hate to have you miss class time just for a clinic visit."

Ita turned her head slightly, not certain she'd heard the teacher right. Considering his attitude, she wasn't so sure she'd like this class at all...

"Textbooks," Mr. Stevens pointed both hands, fingertips outstretched, toward the stack of books behind his desk. Some of the books began to shake and move, lifting off the ground when he moved his hands toward the students. One book glided down to land on each desk a student sat at. Ita felt it on the back of her hands and quickly moved so it could rest on the table. Once it had been set down she moved her fingertips across it, feeling the indention on the cover.

"Open your books to chapter one," Mr. Stevens turned, grabbing up his own book. "Skip the introduction, I'll expect you to read that tonight in its entirety.

Ita openned the book and snapped her fingers above it. Her lips peirced and she snapped again. She flipped a few pages in and repeated the gesture, then flipped to the center and snapped agian above the pages. Still nothing. Sighing slightly, she clapped her hands over the book, able to decifer a few sketchy letters. She clapped again, louder, but still she could barely 'see' enough to read the first line. She flipped to the front of the book and clapped again, finally able to find chapter one after a few more issues with the ink on the page. It was too flat, almost as if the words had been enchanted on the page, fusing with the actual paper on which it was written.

Mr. Stevens frowned. He'd seen the cloth covering the girl's eyes. "Ms. Nwalmear." Ita tensed, not liking her last name at all. She froze, listening. "I would prefer that you do not make such a racket in my class. If you require assistance, I will partner you with someone who can see the text."

Ita hesitated, then nodded, "Yes sir, my appologies."

Heavy footsteps rang throughout the corridors Just outside the doors to the classroom. A figure slid into view just outside the glazed window. The glass and wood suddenly began to gain a small sheet of ice over it and as the door opened a person came through the door. The person was in a full leather outfit, the eyes covered by shaded goggles. On the back of the person's leather coat was a large image of a lightning bolt, frozen over. The person stood over seven feet tall. The person went to Mr. Stevens's desk and rolled out a scroll for him describing why he was late.



Dagoth nodded to the teacher, "Sorry for my tardiness, sir."

Dagoth's body exuded a large amount of cold air - the things around him slowly became frosty. His clothes seemed almost covered with ice. He was a Half breed. Half Draconian, Half Ice elemental. His father's genes were the stronger of the two as displayed by the ice that followed his every step. He had the nickname around the school of 'Ice Dragon'. Though he wasn't anything of the sort. Had his mother's genes been the more dominant of the two, he'd be ten times his size. Even though he was already large. He stood there waiting fro the teacher's instructions on what he should do next.

((Ok, I'm only gonna put Ita in red, black lettering on my posts will be NPC))

Ita looked up when she heard the footsteps, as the door openned she could 'see' the ice forming where she knew the door was. She snapped her fingers and the aura became visible for an instant. She tilted her head as the person came in. His footfalls created enough noise for her to gather his features, and it illuminated his aura as well.

The sound of ice cracking, however, caused her to turn to look at her desk. At what she guessed to be the edge of her desk, she could see something forming.

Slowly reaching out her hands, she touched the ice, wiping it from her desk and holding it in her hand until it melted. She smiled, then listenned beside her where she knew the minotaur who had carried her in would be.

"Hmph..." The minotaur sized up the new arrival. At first, he didn't seem overly impressed. Size meant nothing toward skill. Until he saw the boys strengths and weaknesses he refused to consider him better simply because he could change the temperature. Still, he seemed respectful...

Ita kept her smile and shook her head slightly.

Mr. Stevens looked the note over, at first not believing it a moment. Then, seeing the respectful attitude he shrugged it off a bit, pushing the note aside and pointing to a textbook, which in turn lifted off the stack and moved toward Dagoth.

"Find a seat Mr. Urith," Mr. Stevens turned back to the book. "Class has already begun at Chapter one."

Ita heard him sit in the front row, somewhere near her. She was certain he was near, she could feel the ice still on her desk and she pulled her robe around her more. Still, where the ice gathered on the book it did nothing more than hinder her reading even more. She snapped her fingers and made out nothing more than a crystal pattern. Sighing, she eased back in her chair and contented herself to listening to the lecture, or whatever would be happening in the class.

At least the cloth covering her eyes also helped to keep her ears slightly warm. She pulled the cloth down so it would cover at least the pointed tips of her ears. That would help a little. Keeping her small smile, she reached out her hand to touch the ice crystal patter across her page, not wanting to close the book incase it melted and ruined several pages, or simply ruined the pattern sooner than it had to be.