The Academy: TO ALL UNRANKED HOPEFULS

She didn’t feel any different. Level One? To her, it was only a title. She would never pretend that she had more knowledge than the rest of them, but perhaps she could teach them something. The mare-child had not an inkling as to how to help her Wolves (or the Jaegers, now) to Apprenticeship. The only person she felt was suitable enough to study beneath her without viewing her as a fool was Magnolia, but her closest friend was already an Apprentice. Needless to say, she wasn’t quite sure how to ‘teach’ others the ways of the scholar– and yet, she had so much to make them see.

Nyota could instill laughter in them – perhaps she could show them how they could use the lighter sides of life to their advantage. She could teach them how to smile and how kindness can - sometimes - get you where you need to go. She can show them that innocence is not such a terrible thing, that strife is not necessary to be successful. Together, the scholars could learn from one another. She knew still had so much to learn from them.

Winding her way through the heart of Wolfrange, she quickly came to where she wanted to conduct this greeting. The Academy was unblemished, and Nyota felt her body shiver at the thought that her hooves were the first to touch this ground. The star-girl took a few minutes to investigate the odd-looking bushes, the forgiving soil and the stubby trees before sighing. It was not as beautiful as Wolfrange, but she could feel the power of the Elements running stronger here. The place was strangely calming.

She had come to this place on a whim, following the direction of an Easterly whim, and she hoped that Astarte would soon follow her. They could begin training, but the Jaegers needed help too, and so she called for them, “Unranked scholars, we must help each other now. Seek me out if you have something to teach me, and if you’d like to learn from me.”

nyota
ambassador of the Range; student of the Earth
level one scholar