[center] [b] Solan [/b] [/center]

“Dear Odin, who knew the human world could be so fun!” Exclaimed one of Solan’s many sisters as they made their way down the parking lot after shopping for what seemed forever at some clothing market. Well, it was the fifth one they’ve been to. Solan was left to watch the chariot and make sure the Pegasi weren’t spooked by the self-moving chariots that littered the parking lot. They climbed inside, the chariot being big enough for a flock of Valkyrie and most likely more. It was for when they would have to guide more than one soul to Valhalla of course. 

She let out a huff, finishing the last touches to the new black hoodie she bought, fixing the back to accommodate her wings. Solan was wearing a simple white robe like top from home, mismatched with a pair of blue jeans and some slip shoes. She didn’t want to stand out as much as she already did with her useless wings.  She was also able to buy several other articles of clothing some school supplies she thought she’d need, although more than likely went overboard in her preparations. She was lucky she was able to buy anything at all with the amount of money her sisters were spending. They probably had enough, all coming from donations of the families of the poor spirits they’ve helped crossed over, but Solan often felt guilty spending it on herself.

“We should totally take out mom’s chariot more often; we can fit more bags in it!” Another one of her sisters said, the others laughing in agreement. The whole reason they were allowed to use their mother’s chariot was to drop off little Solan at school given her in ability to fly and their mother’s busy work schedule. One became two, then four, and then eventually six additional sisters came along, making a good eight total. Solan wasn’t even completely sure how many she had at this point, but did know she was the youngest.

“Um, do you think you could drop me off? The school is coming up and-“

“Odin, Solan, don’t interrupt! We’re doing you a favor and you’re being rude,” One of them called to her, as they carried on about which store they should check out next. Although, much to Solan’s relief, the Pegasi were pulling the chariot lower and lower out of the sky and to Daelstadht Academy at last. With a sigh, Solan grabbed her newly purchased luggage, pulling on her altered hoodie with a little help with the wing part by one of her nicer sisters. 

The youngest Valkyrie hopped out waving goodbye as they immediately took off without a second glace. This was really happening and she couldn’t turn back now. Her wings gave a nervous shudder as she looked around, shedding a couple feathers. Solan wasn’t too sure what to do or where she should go, feeling small in the growing crowd of humans and Mythics alike. 

Suddenly, Solan felt a tap on her shoulder, she turned around, wondering if she did something wrong, only to find it to be a rather elderly looking man who looked almost as if any day her mother would guide him to Valhalla. Although Solan did feel more at ease seeing his gentle smile. He seemed to be part of the faculty, holding a clipboard. They both in turn made introductions, and she learned him to be a Mr. Grey. He explained that those who weren’t of the human variety were to head to the East dormitories common room for a quick orientation, and she nodded quickly in understanding. 

Gathering her bags with less uncertainty before, she followed a group made of many different species. Some of them she could never even have imagined. Not to mention the many humans who looked at the groups with interest, much like she did with them, studying them for the first time.