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The young woman looked up at the ceiling of her bedroom, staring at it as if there was something hidden there. In fact, she was watching the light dance on it, the colours changing as they filtered through surfaces, ultimately turning the ceiling the white the paint was meant to be. She blinked, off colour eyes roaming to the window where the sun was just breaking the horizon, discolouring the deep night sky with streaks of gold and pink. It was distasteful at best, adding a twinge of irritation to the already cranky female. Rolling away from the window she tipped over the edge of the bed, righting herself in the air to land in a light crouch. Naturally she would reach up and stretch the stiffness from her muscles, feeling her joints pop back into their proper places while she walked toward the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way for her morning shower. 

Exactly seventy-five minutes later, the black haired student was walking through the school grounds, dressed in her traditional uniform, a saber on each hip. She rarely went anywhere without her sabers, not since she had been gifted them; their edges perfectly honed, razor-sharp and deadly. Her stockings covered her legs, keeping the scars from her past hidden, as well as keeping her from burning. She had always been sensitive to sunlight, a mild allergy, though as she had grown further tainted with the darkness it had gotten worse. Now, without proper care, she burned easily, even if she did enjoy going to the beach at some points in time. 

Eliza stopped near the front of the school, satchel strap across her chest, and looked to see the students beginning to gather there. She had never met any other Elementalists in her home town aside from the smith, neither of her parents having the gift, until she had come here. There were a vast array of them, surprisingly enough, and she wondered why the vast majority of them were not dead simply because of the skepticism of everyday mundane life. Surely they came from places where those with gifts were feared as she had been when her own had been discovered? Her eyes trailed over two sitting beneath a tree, at others standing about and she made the conscious decision to not initiate interaction with those she saw there. Finding perch beside the school wall, her back to the brick and her rear on the concrete beside the front stairs, she pulled out a rather large book and started reading without a word. [/right]