Sylus squinted and covered his eyes as they adjusted to the blindingly stark-white landscape before him, his body shivering in response to the sudden extreme drop in temperature. "I cannot wait until the weather changes... This cold is nearly unbearable," he found himself saying as he took in the familiar, but still surreal, alien architecture that stretched out below him.

 he looked beside, in front of, and behind himself, watching as more and more griffons parted ways from the group he was clustered in, narrowing down to the students that were to be his peers. Most of the students he could immediately make out details of were clinging to their transportation for dear life, or generally seemed to be in some state of shock or awe. He inferred from this that there must be quite a few first years in the mix, more than the following year even.

After some time of passing academy after academy he recognized the much more familiar silhouette of The Academy of the Arcane Artes in the distance, and began bracing for his descent and landing. Sylus's transportation hovered in place for a bit before beginning gradual descent to the landing area. Once on the ground, he dismounted the griffon and collected his things from its claws, nodding in appreiciation towards the beast before it flew off again.

 He idled for a moment, glancing at the other students landing nearby, picking out any familiar faces and studying a few of the unfamilliar ones. As the speaker system crackled to life, Sylus was stirred from his curiosity by the realization that he needed to get inside to the main hall promptly, both because of the imminent first-day ceremony and the fact that he was utterly freezing. He briskly joined the throngs of students heading into the main building, to begin what would inevitably be an eventful school year, for better or for worse.