The Academy: falling downside up and into infinity

‘Teacher.’ The word slips across the sun and across the night, it slips across the range and across the reef… it passes into the glade where no one can hear it. In the glade it dies, and in the glade lingers her teacher: the earth tumbling restlessly beneath her feet and the wind through her hair. The wind whispers to the earth, and the earth commands her to go- she feels it calling. Her right hip stabbed by painful sweeps, for the moment she feels nothing, but she must look away, her body moving through the shadows and towards the place where the white marble and ivy tangle together, where the sparkling lake jumps with fish and all the elements are combined.

She’d arrive but not in a conventional nature, for upon her legs she’d move but not quickly through the heavy woods, so she makes moves to use her ability- her body mending and molding, taking on the form of a maned wolf. Ducking through trees and bushes she’d arrive quickly, her tail thumping behind her freely, her fur playing inaudible melodies as the wind rushes through it. Her ears listen and the foxish pitter-patter of her foot steps are almost silent. The scar upon her hip is visible, even through the thick tussles of hair; her amber eyes gleaning. “Good night to you;” she purrs, her voice thicker and sultry, leaking with a haze of tiredness and lullabies.

She stands to the side, her tail waving in front of her face, her stilted legs shifting as the fox creature stands. Her eyes lingering upon the now taller creature. Skywalker, she would learn soon to be her name. However the foxish embodiment is maintained, even as she walks forward, her muscles ripple under the guise of this creature. She comes before her, resting her haunches and curving her tail around her legs. she looks up and her, sobriety and focus upon her great charred face. She would have snickered but instead she offers a formality most strange: “I am Elemmírë, your teacher.” She speaks with an inquisitive and glassy voice. The wind resting before the earth:

“Oh dear,” she says. Her head turning behind her as she chuckles, her legs raising as she stands. Her body stretches and changes, the color forming a black or dark gray, her body filling out as she changes; from fox-wolf to horse. Her body tall, slender, and yet aligned by proportioned muscles. Her pelt a tangled dark gray with patterns of black, her hips curved and shoulders just slanted a bit strangely. Her neck was not too thick but thick enough, and her head was shaped almost similar to a mixture between the Spaniards and the Arabs. However it was her appearance which many chastised, for the entire left half of her face was white, and the right the same black as her body.

Her eyes were mismatched due to heterochromia, one eye being a strange teal-blue and the other a violet-amber similar to the sunset of the element. She smiles, her body still and her eyes lingering; “I forget myself. Tell me, what element do you seek to pursue?” she asks with honesty, and wonderment.