The Academy: far away and dreaming; elemmire

The garden seems to be alive with wonder on this evening, as Skywalker steps through the daisies and the rosebushes to reach The Academy. The battles have faltered and the golden fights won, but this time the crimson mare searches for something different. She searches for completion, for love, for companionship -- and she has none of these things. It is her understanding that she must learn and grow as the trees do, as the roots spread from root to tip in the everlasting soil polluted by the power of Elements.

The crimson mare’s gaze falters as the fireflies dance in the summer moonlight, each dazzling ray of light humming solemnly. Skywalker knows, she knows what she must do as the moonlight sifts through the flowers and shadows the Earth in a gentle weave of temptation. Her lips curve into a smile as the peat moss grows and the trees flutter in the pale white light. She basks in the emerald grass and she is lighter than air as she finally halts at the Academy’s heart --

She breathes, and a single word falls from her lips.

“Teacher.”