Alicia was finally starting to get the hang of life at Montagne. The classes both academic and mystical were tough, but she had managed to get through them relatively unscathed. She had come down to the garden to speak with some of the flowers and work on her magic. A runner of ivy had escaped its trellis and was making a break for freedom, so she used that for practice, bending it into new shapes with her spells. Idly, Alicia wondered if any students were going to wander by.