The Academy: headstrong and highstrung [wyvern]

She was nervous as she walked slowly into the lands of the academy, her ears pricked and her eyes turning this way and that, paying attention to all the murmured conversations and general acts of learning. Her hoof steps were ginger and timid, as if she was afraid to make too loud of a noise. Her pale gray coat was cool in the suns rays, and she was somewhat saved from the heat simply due to her lack of color, today was a day that she would not envy a darker horse their shade.

All she knew of her teacher was his (hers?) name. It was almost embarrassing to be here, wandering about like some lost puppy, hoping that they would appear from the shadows, and guide her down the path of enlightenment. Still, that was her task, as a student, to seek out those that could guide her and then use their knowledge to her own means. So, she stood, hoping that at least this Wyvern would know who she was, and they could begin her learning.

[ooc: first posts are evil. Sorry. XD]

DIRE TIMES CALL FOR DIRE FACES