[color=6ecff6][h3]Morgiana Le Fae[/h3][/color]

Despite being prepped for this moment extensively, Morgiana felt she wasn't prepared the rush of emotion that came with her first day at Pakora Academy. Mostly feelings of excitement but also fright had swirled around her head and in her heart as she wandered the halls aimlessly with her stuff telepathically floating behind her. She was dressed rather elegantly for her first day, a long, spotless white dressed covered her head to toe with a thin veiled mesh covering her shoulders and arms showing the glow of her bluish-grey skin underneath but around the solid pattern of roses. Her free flowing hair blue in the breeze as she walked and her illuminated purple eyes focused on each passerby with a stern glare. Her barefeet quietly stepped through the hallway as the hem of her dress was long enough to drag across the ground behind her.

Apparently she was enough of a spectacle for several of the other students to approach her and ask about her. These few instances, she deemed, were her first challenges to make sure she knew how to present herself. Her responses were clear and concise, [color=6ecff6]"Morgiana Le Fae. Charmed, I'm sure."[/color] or [color=6ecff6]"No, I'm not a [i]nymph[/i], I'm a Lady of the Lake."[/color] 

Apparently her tone with the last answer had invited some debate to take place as the one asking if she was a nymph was a nymph herself. Morgiana didn't mean to offend but when pressed for a meaning or apology, she simply refuted using her practiced response. [color=6ecff6]"Hmph. I don't see how it is [i]my[/i] problem that you took offense to that.[/color] That clearly hadn't won her any favors with the group as they wandered off shortly after. Her first test and she believed to have passed, following her instruction by the other Ladies thoroughly. However, Morgiana felt a empty about her supposed passing results. Those students did seem genuinely friendly, albeit a bit curious, towards her.

No, now wasn't the time to question her teachings. She had to represent her kind well! As determined as she felt towards her presentation, the groaned grumble from her stomach had indicated in an unladylike fashion that she was hungry. Food was important even though a Ladies never ate too much to begin with and even then, their diet consisted of a small simple plate of greens. Not a lot of nourishment some would consider, but Ladies never need much to begin with. 

Morgiana's mindless wandering turned into a focused mission as she tried navigating the halls with a sense of purpose finally. She paused in a hallway intersection. Now how does one find the canteen from here...?