[h3][center][color=red][i]|| Remliel Maion ||[/i][/color][/center][/h3] Remliel sighed; it was a sigh of boredom, something that she was becoming an increasing constant in her life. She didn't like it, [i]at all[/i]. Getting away from her family and clan for awhile was great; a few more years under that terrible atmosphere would've driven her insane, so when her mother made her school away from them, well, it was by far one of the best birthday presents she'd ever recieved. The problem lay in that she wanted to get away not [i]run away[/i] from her family. To Remliel, running away implied not returning, and she fully intended to do so, just not as she was now. The problem was, she couldn't return [i]as she was now[/i]. She got away from the clan to alleviate herself from the constantly disappointed atmosphere that was constantly surrounded her there - going back as she was now would just bring about the same results, so what would be the point of coming here in the first place? If Remliel was to return, she would see to it that she could do so with her head held high, not as the same disappointed wreckage that she was. Unfortunately, she was making little headway in that department. She wasn't able to do [i]anything[/i] here, or at least anything that could help her out. School was just that; school. Even if it [i]was[/i] a magic-y school. Besides, Remliel sucked at magic. [i]All of them[/i]. Nothing would work right for her [i]except[/i] Reinforcement, which is a spell only children would use. Basically, Remliel thought that she was unworthy to even think about returning home, but at the same time there wasn't really much she was able to do that would help in getting back. Remliel once again side as she tossed the boulder she was lifting into the ground nearby. The small part of the forest she was just training in was wrecked entirely. Trees were uprooted and large patches of ground were dug up. Looking at the collateral damage around her, Remliel shrugged. It was nature, it would grow back at some point. In a few minutes, Remliel, still a bit sweaty from her workout, jogged to an inn she frequented. She was greeted by a rush of scared and crying children, all of them looking deathly white and terrified as hell. The short girl paused at the entrance, pondering what exactly would bring about such a reaction, before shaking her head and entering the inn. There she was greeted by a rather gaudy looking girl, who was saying similarly gaudy (and rather provocative) words. Remliel frowned as she listened to her, not really sure what to make out of what she was saying, but her tone got on her nerves; she was never a fan of the whole 'wholier than thou' shtick. [i]And . . . wait . . . is she seriously harping on magic in a world that was [/i]teeming[i] with it? Okay . . . well, that's just bloody brilliant of her.[/i] [b]"Not really to sure about 'cool', but that ice sculpture is in the way, lady, so if you would [i]kindly[/i] get it out of the way? Why would you even make a sculpture that [i]big[/i] in the middle of an inn? Are you ADHD or something? Maybe autistic?"[/b] she said dryly, flinging back the girls words at her and then some.