[color=fff79a][b][h3][center]Berke Bayamaar[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Unlike some among the Chimera present, Berke didn't hesitate to get amidst the crowds, oblivious to the stares of those that might judge him. His Chimera features were mostly hidden underneath his clothes, so it wasn't immediately apparent that he even was one, but some people would still call him a Gorilla for reasons besides his heritage. He stood well above the heights of many of the human students, so he made quite the spectacle. Perhaps the biggest spectacle about him was the giddy grin that adorned his face as he took in the sights. Berke was basically a tourist in this place, and getting to attend this prestigious academy alongside so many people was just plain exciting. 

As much as Berke was eager to start talking to people and making friends, he wondered how soon the opening ceremony would start. After all, it would be disrespectful to sit there and chat away during the school's important event, wouldn't it? Berke certainly did not want to be rude. He would await the ceremony patiently for now.

[color=f6989d][b][h3][center]Mycona Frisa[/center][/h3][/b][/color]

Mycona had spent the whole ride over with her face pressed against the glass of one of the windows of the train, completely oblivious to how ridiculous she looked to those around her. Mycona was simply too overwhelmed by everything she could see to pay any attention to what she was doing, not that she would recognise anything wrong with her behaviour even if she could. All Mycona knew was that "mother" had told her that she had to ride the large thing called the "train" to reach the "Mordhaben's". The Mordhaben's was her destination. She had read about it in that book. They did "magic" there, and magic elicited a unique reaction from her. She could not describe it properly.

The train ceased to move, and the others all went somewhere. This was the moment mother had described, their "arrival". Mycona was to leave the train with the others and wait for the "ceremony". Mycona did not understand why she had to wait for the ceremony to start magicing, but Mother told her she would understand eventually. Mother had also told her to find a "friend". She had first said to "make" a friend, but she changed her words when Mycona informed her she did not know how to make one. According to her, one of the others could be a potential friend. Mycona attempted to find the friend by asking others around her, and the conversations went something like this;

[color=f49ac2]"Hello, I am looking for a "friend". Are you a "friend"?"[/color]

The others reacted in different ways. Some would just make a strange face and turn away. Others would tell her they were not her friend in various fashions. One told her to "fuck off". Mycona responded that she did not know what that meant. They also made a strange face and turned away. Mycona had come to the conclusion that finding a friend was "difficult". "Difficult" was the feeling she had when she attempted to access some of the books at "home" on a high shelf. "Father" had been there to help her acquire the books. Father was not here now. That made Mycona feel something else she couldn't describe. Mycona resigned herself to awaiting the ceremony. Perhaps after the ceremony, she could find a friend.