The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions  fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength.

     'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.'

     Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely  taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion."

     Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale,  and the oncoming sight of the  academy was a welcome one indeed.

     The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder. 

     She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse  as she considered her next step. 

      That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system,  causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed,  but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.