[color=8493ca][i][h1][center]Esyla Algrea
6:30 a.m. Avisdale University Main building[/center][/h1][/i][/color]

Shifting the strap of her messenger bag higher on her shoulder as she walked, Esyla's half-lidded eyes scanned the empty main grounds before her with mild interest. Being awake this early meant she could comfortably relax before entering the school and begin her final year, pausing to finish the last of her apple-cinnamon latte she gracefully sank down until she was sitting comfortably on the top step. Legs stretching out as a yawn escapes her lips, Esyla twists the metal coffee mug in her hands before placing back into her bag, her fingers skimming over a familiar brown folder that brings a smile to her lips. She crosses her arms on top of her folded knees and begins to hum under her breath, her crimson eyes closing as her fingers begin to tap a rhythm that enters her mind. Truth be told, she was excited and nervous about this year, once the Opening Ceremony for the freshmen was completed, she'd head to her first class and have to fall back into the day to day student, the summer hadn't helped with her future goal of picking a career to follow. 

Sighing softly she focused her gaze to the dark sky above and shook her head, she'd take it a day at a time, no one was rushing her yet. Absently running her fingers over her uniform skirt, Esyla wondered briefly if she'd catch a glance at her sister before class started, a frown tugged at her lips as memories of quiet murmurs filed her mind.  They weren't sisters by blood but did others really need to point it out? It was irritating to have to listen to, worse when she was sometimes the one asked questions about her sister she didn't feel the need to answer. Even after being here the classmates of their year still made a jab at the fact that Esyla's younger sister wasn't her real sister, her shoulders tightened as a familiar figure slowly made her way toward the main doors, she didn't need this right now. She'd been having a good morning so far too. Shaking her head, Esyla forced a smile to her lips as the girl continued forward, she'd be polite to her, even if just seeing her had a spike of anger running down her spine. She hoped Whyspe showed soon.  [@Celaira]